Just Grind

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, I just love to write stories about him *grins* Also I don't own Madonna's song 'Amazing.'

Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry I took so long to updating this chapter, I want to thank all of my reviewers;
New Fan,
CHIBIchibi, - - - well to find out, I guess you'll just have to keep reading - - -
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Anon,
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essie,
Moon Dog, - - - ah Moon Dog, one of my favorite reviewers who I have missed dearly. It's good to have you back *grins* And yes the moment of truth has finally come - - -
animegirl007, - - - hmmm well I have quite a few things to say to you. First of all there were a few clues stating that it was Kouga and Ayame's lemon instead of Rin and Sesshoumaru, but that's alright, quite a few pople didn't know who the lemon was between. Secondly Kagura's role is very important in this fic, and it was necessary for her to touch him, but she will suffer, not physically, but mentally. Finally, yes misunderstanding and heart break are in store, but that will also happen with some unexpected people. You'll see, now keep on reading, I think you'll always be one of my favorite reviewers - - -
Cassie, - - - Deep shit is right, now let's see how things play out and I'm glad you didn't expect the lemon, lol - - -
Lover, - - - at least you started to catch on - - -
Anon, --I did trick a few readers between the lemon so I guess the last laugh is mine. Lol anyway, about Kikyou, that has come to my attention from quite a few people *cough* Paige C.*cough* but if you must know I don't hate Kikyou, but I would have to say that she's not my favorite person if you know what I mean, I mean come on, what kind of person asks another person to come to hell with them. I think that would freak out a bunch of people, ne? But yes I will consider the fact that Kikyou does have some fans...- - -
Paige C. - - - no smart comebacks? What a surprise - - -
Inus_kagome_Forever,
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techempath1, - - - aww but if Kagura doesn't pull anything then what's the fun in her being a villian - - -
InuyashasGurl008,
Daniela, - - - hahaha no the lemon was not between Rin and Kouga, gross I'm not into incest - - -
DarkAngel, - - - yeah, I'm glad I didn't give up on this story either - - -
Daddy's Little Girl,
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IVY, - - - okay wow, how'd you guess. There will be a surprise though, hope you aren't too shocked - - -
Kagome-chan,
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luciferangel,
Cassie,
allie,
Flor, - - - thanks for your opinion - - -
elly18,
Paige C.,
and Shizuka Kaze. - - - We all have our own opinions and I guess I would have to say that everyone has their own opinions, but I like Rin with Sesshoumaru, but hey that's just me - - -
Anyway here's chapter 6.

Chapter 6: Stop

Rin glanced at the costume once more. Her face twisted in a queer combination of distaste and exasperation. Of all the costumes, why did they have to choose this one, of all days. She really, really hoped that Ayame didn't get called in today. Quite a few girls got sick with the flu and other's had to cover for them. If Ayame got called in her brother would probably come as well. He was like a love-sick puppy. Her lips lifted at that thought, but then they came down once more. She loved her brother, but she could imagine his face when he saw her in this costume. He would probably throw a fit, give her the silent treatment along with his cold glares, or worse... he would get a coronary heart attack from the shock of seeing his baby sister dressed in this... this... outfit.

Rin shook her head and decided to get dressed, not really wanting to dwell on this... subject. She looked at the clothes again.

"No use crying over spilled milk" she mumbled to herself and started to comb her hair.

She combed out all of the knots before she parted her hair. Her long thick black hair was pulled into two pigtails worn high on either side of her head. Dark blue satin bows adorned them. She smiled and then picked up clear lip gloss and applied it onto her rosebud lips. She looked down at the tons of make-up on the dresser and then put on some black eye liner, after doing that she applied some blue eye shadow.

Taking off a baggy white T-shirt, she pulled on a simple blue 'little girl' styled blouse. She pulled off her baggy sweat pants and then felt her whole face turn beet red.

'Why oh why did this costume have to come with matching underwear' she thought with dread.

She shook her head and pulled off her own underwear and slipped on the panties.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God..." she mumbled, her eyes darting around nervously.

She shook her head and pulled on an impossibly short pleated mini skirt that matched the bows in her hair. She shook her head and tucked her 'little girl' styled blouse into her short pleated mini skirt before she sat down in a seat. She blinked and pulled on some turned down white bobby socks followed by a pair of shiny black leather Mary Janes. She put on a pair of dark blue lace gloves and then picked up a pair of silver hoop earrings and slipped them on. She then, looked down and to complete her outfit she tied a dark blue ribbon to her neck.

She stood up and looked back into the mirror. She twirled around once and stopped dead and felt her heart give a painful leap at the person who stood at the door.

"Sesshoumaru" she whispered and backed away from him in total and obvious shock.


_ _ _ _ _


Sesshoumaru watched as Rin or 'Sato' twirled in front of the mirror and almost lost his balance when he saw the back of her outfit. He noticed that she wore ruffled panties in a dark shade of blue. The demon within him stirred and he clamped it down, crossing his arms over his chest waiting for her to finally notice him... and she did.

"Sesshoumaru" she whispered and she moved away in blatant shock.

"What are you wearing?" He hissed at her, his eyes roaming all over her body, though he wouldn't have minded if she was wearing this outfit for him and - him - alone.

She took a step back unsure how to react to this question. Looking down at her own clothes, she blinked before looking back into his eyes. The golden depths that could intoxicate her into doing -anything. -

"What?" She questioned taking another step back.

He uncrossed his arms and strode to her purposely and grabbed her by the upper arms and felt her flinch against him. Ignoring it, he pulled her against him and stared at her, his eyes flaring with many emotions.

"I said... what are you wearing?"

She swallowed thickly, her mouth had suddenly gone dry and she felt as if she had a frog in her throat.

"My costume for work" she said trembling as he glowered at her.

"You call this..." he said letting her go by the arms, gesturing to her outfit. "A costume?"

She laughed sheepishly and nodded her head, watching as his eyes glowed with anger.

"And who are you supposed to be?" He questioned softly.

She cleared her throat, looking back at the costume and then at him.

Taking another step away from him she said "I'm supposed to be Little Miss Muffet."

She watched as his eyes lowered slowly down her body, before he dragged them slowly over every inch of her body. She watched as he stepped forward and instinctively took a step back. He moved faster than she imagined and she let out a startled squeak when he grabbed her, pulling her into his arms.

She tried to move away from him and he growled at her, and she stiffened automatically, fear radiating off her slender body in waves. He smiled at her, his arm moving down her body. He stopped at her breast, cupping it and felt it immediately react to his touch.

"What's the matter - Sato - why are you so suddenly afraid of me?" He whispered, sarcasm laced in his low tone and she shivered, not liking this side of him at all.

"Sesshoumaru what's wrong, are you alright?" She asked, her brown eyes glittering with worry. Her hand reached out to brush his pale cheek and she gasped when he grabbed her arm, forcefully pulling her forward until her body was pressed forcefully against his own.

She let out a startled squeak and looked at him with wide eyes. She looked so innocent and didn't understand at all what was going on, he almost felt his heart break at what he was going to do.

Almost being the keyword.

His eyes hardened once more and he growled at her his eyes lowering to her plump and full mouth and then... he hoisted her onto his own body, his arm supporting her round bottom and her fingers gripped his shoulders tightly and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist; fear and adrenaline pulsing throughout her entire being.

She shivered, her mouth dropping open in shock as his voice rasped against her ear.

"You want it, don't you? You want to feel me inside of you, pumping in and out, bringing you to the greatest heights of pleasure that you could only dream of. You want to welcome me inside of your body and when I'm there, I'll bring you to Kingdom Come and back. Tell Me" he demanded, cruel amusement dancing in the golden depths.

He shook her, so that she understood what he was talking about.

"Tell me, bitch" he growled, feeling the primal animal taking control of his body waiting and lurking for it's moment to leap, impatiently.

Rin gasped, fear shining inside of her eyes. What was... happening?

She saw the marks fading in and out on his face and she was truly terrified. Never had she seen him like this. She noticed the purple markings in two thin stripes on both of his cheeks along with a crescent moon mark on his forehead. He growled, a growl of deep anger, mixed with a hint of sensuality and bit her lip when he grabbed her wrists roughly, almost making her stumble in the process. His claws pierced her delicate skin making her wince, creating splotches of crimson blood to appear on her 'blouse,' but she didn't cry out. Her eyes softened and she moved closer to his body, not really caring of the consequences right now.

"Sesshoumaru" she whispered and leaned forward pressing her lips to his own.

His eyes turned to their natural golden color and he let go of her wrists, pulling her even closer, wanting to ravage her, here, in this small dressing room. Though he knew he would need a hard surface.

'The chair' he thought and mentally shook his head.

No that wouldn't do.

'The floor' he thought and again he mentally shook his head.

No that wouldn't do either.

'Though the dresser was a hard good substance' he thought with a mental smirk.

Oh yes, the dresser would do just fine.

He moved forward and she stumbled backward and was momentarily shocked when she was pushed somewhat roughly onto the dresser and she winced hearing the tons and tons of make-up drop to the floor making a loud 'clang' noise. His hot molten gaze pierced into her very own soul and she looked away, shame suddenly crawling and spreading throughout her already rosy cheeks. Images from last night popped into her head, startling her and she shut her eyes, willing them to leave.

She bit her lip trying to stifle a moan, but she couldn't help letting out a whimper. She was still sore from yesterday, everything was sore from yesterday. He instantly reacted to her whimper, he leaned forward his lips claiming her own in a dominant kiss and he began to drag his hands up her thighs with maddening slowness, resting at the curve of her hips. Her eyes snapped open and she blushed into the kiss. She struggled to get out of his hold and felt his hands grip her hips tighten, his strong fingers pressing into her flesh. She felt him move his hands higher than before, reminding her of her current position. She shifted and before she could start to struggle once more, he pushed his want against her... hard...

She gasped aloud, feeling her face heat up ten different shades of red. She tried to move away from him, but it was so hard when she felt him pressing his very essence over her very, very sensitive part.

"Stop" she whispered weakly, though it was muffled because of his lips against her own.

She tried to push him away with her arm, his hips shifted tighter against hers and she let out a low moan, filled with pleasure. It was immense. The pleasure was shooting up throughout her entire body making her shudder against his lips. She pulled back away from the kiss, panting.

"Stop humping me" she said, her eyes glittering dangerously.

"What's the matter Sato? Just yesterday, you couldn't wait until I was inside of you, bringing you to the greatest heights of pleasure you could only dream of. Why the sudden distance, is there something your hiding from me?" He questioned and his voice sounded like velvet, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

She gulped, feeling very much, like a deer caught in headlights and lowered her eyes, staring at him through thick black lashes. She opened her mouth to speak and felt him shift against her. Once more he was moving his hips against her, grinding into her and he leaned forward, his lips latching on to her neck, licking it, swirling his tongue over the sensitive flesh and every once in a while he would let his fangs graze her neck. She gave a helpless moan against the sensations that ran throughout her entire being, his hips ramming into her own, harder, faster. She felt herself getting wet... too wet.

"Stop" she said and this time her voice sounded louder, stronger.

She let out a strangled whimper as he pressed his hips into her own, his arousal pressed against her sensitive core through their clothes. She groaned feeling the last bits of resistance starting to leave her.

"Sesshoumaru, stop" she said as he released her mouth and she was horrified to hear her voice crack.

She felt breathless, her chest heaved up and down, struggling to breathe.

"You look flushed... Sato" he commented and she flushed once again.

He leaned forward, his words brushing over her lips.

"I can smell it in your sex... you want me... want me so bad."

She shivered and felt his hands moving upwards. She unconsciously let her tongue dart out of her mouth and licked her suddenly dry lips. When she looked back into his eyes, she felt as if the wind were knocked out of her very being. He stared at her, and she started to breathe jerkily, seeing the dark glint in Sesshoumaru's eyes. He looked at her with seductive heat that she felt that she would melt into a puddle of goo.

Leaning forward, he began to unbutton the buttons of her 'blouse.' She groaned into his mouth, not wanting to resist anymore. She gasped from all of his touches and felt his other hand reaching down between her legs.

"No" she whispered weakly.

She was tired of fighting him. Her body felt thick, hot, intoxicated. Why was she fighting him anyway, he was just reflecting what she felt right?

She shivered slightly feeling the cool air caress her heated skin. He just couldn't get enough of her, he wanted more, he wanted her NOW on this dresser. Her eyes closed and he saw dark eyelashes quivering on her reddened cheeks. Swollen lips quivered waiting for what was to come. He lowered his body down her own until he was even with her dampening panties. He groaned and his head shot forward pressing his nose into her exotic scent and he growled deeply, sensually, enticed that he couldn't get enough of her.

When he slept with other girls, he didn't feel a strong need, or any need for that matter to get into bed with them twice.

'Sato' was... different.

She wanted to resist him and she wanted him to take her to bed, to ravish her, to learn every inch of her voluptuous body, to caress and kiss every inch of her. She was strong, she wasn't like the desperate females at school who threw themselves at him just to sleep with him or to say they've been with him for a mere five minutes. No, he was the one coming back for her. He wanted to ravish her, wanted to wreak havoc all over her body, he wanted to fuck her until they both collapsed from exhaustion and so she couldn't walk straight for a week, so that she smelled of him, like their sweet sex.

His fingers tightened on her waist because he knew that his demon side wanted to take over, wanted to break her, wanted to take her, hard and fast. He uncurled his fingers from her hips and tucked them beneath the waist band of her panties. He leaned forward and Rin was delighted to see his tongue peek out of his wide and sensual mouth. He licked her through the thin cloth and she jerked forward feeling her body burning with a fire that - only he - could squelch. She rocked her body forward urging him, needing him to do more.

He growled frustrated, he couldn't quite taste her through the cloth, although he already knew how she tasted, he wanted more. She bucked forward and felt very much like a prisoner of his tongue. He couldn't resist as he brushed her panties aside. His thumbs brushed over her, as he spread her lips wide, leaving her clit unprotected except for the now, thoroughly drenched cloth. His tongue began to devour her again, ravishing her. It was demanding, but gentle.

Rin began to tremble, tremors running throughout her entire body as she felt his tongue stabbing the moist interior of her lips. Her fingers fisted in his silver hair and her breathing was erratic, loud, and choppy.

Slowly, he slid his thick finger between her swollen folds, his tongue lapping up her juices at the same time. He sunk into her, groaning against her clit as he felt the heat. He placed his whole mouth against her, sucking hard, and he became aware of his cock which was straining through the fabric of his pants, pulsing, telling him it needed to be addressed if only for a few seconds, but in those seconds he thought he would burst.

Her knees quivered at the sensations of pleasure that nearly overwhelmed her with the intensity of the heat that began to coil and rage within her lower belly. She was at the edge of the dresser and her legs shook, and she shivered, closing her eyes rocking backward on the dresser. Her fingers shook and she shuddered wondering where had all this thick, explosive atmosphere come from.

She shuddered and mewed, her finger nails digging into his hair as she felt her body convulse. He lapped up all of her juices and when she felt as if she would explode. Slowly he pulled away from her and stared at her through dark eyes. She whimpered at the loss of body contact and her eyes flew open and she let out a startled squeal as she felt herself being lifted from the dresser. She felt him shift and he sat down on the chair and she sat on top of him. He leaned back, easily arranging her on his lap. He pulled off her 'blouse' throwing it somewhere across the room. Finally he saw what he kept dreaming of. Her lush and ample breasts were in his face in the confines of a black lacy bra.

She moaned, writhing against him, her breasts brushing against his hard solid chest and her nipples hardened against their own accord. His strong and calloused hand wrapped around her ribs, marveling at he fact that she was so small compared to him, and amazed at the fact that she could keep up with him. She mewed against him, her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades to brace herself against him.

She tried to stop herself, she really did, but her lust was stronger than her willpower and instead of giving up the clinging grip on his shoulders, her hands swept caressingly across his clothed chest, back up to his shoulders and then grasped the back of his neck. Fire burned in her stomach until it encompassed her entire body hearing his husky groan of desire. She ground her pelvis against his own causing sensational friction spiraling throughout her entire being, aching to feel the hardness that was trapped beneath his jeans inside of her.

She heard him give a groan that was close to a howl as her body ground into his own and she felt his fingers tightening on her ribs like bands of steel. Her head tipped back, her long raven colored hair flowing over her shoulders brushing against her sensitive skin and she winced from the bright light that was in the room. Though the light was all she needed to be reminded of what she needed to do. Her heart began to pound loudly inside of her chest, her blood pounding loudly inside of her ears. She opened her mouth to tell him the truth, to tell him what her real name was, but before she could she felt his tongue against her breast and she groaned, helplessly.

In the back of his mind somewhere he knew he was losing what precious little control he had over his youkai, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to devour her, all of her.

She tried to concentrate on what she wanted to tell him, but it was so hard when his tongue was swirling over her nipple, making it even harder than before, inviting his touch.

"Sesshoumaru" she whispered and forced her hands to stop touching his shoulders.

They fell away, slowly, not touching any part of his body and she closed her eyes feeling tears prick the edges of her caramel colored eyes.

"I need..." she whispered, dragging the words out with what little breath she had left.

"I want... to... need... to... tell you... something" she stammered, her chest heaving with painful breaths at what she was about to tell him.

He stopped all ministrations on what he was doing to her body and when he finally lifted his head to look at her she almost gasped aloud, seeing the cruel and malicious gleam that stared at her darkly. He pushed her off of him as if she were yesterdays left overs and she stumbled backwards, almost falling to the ground in the process. He turned his back to her and even though she couldn't see it she could feel it, could feel the smirk that was on the lips.

"I know..." he said pausing and her heart skipped a beat painfully in her chest.

'Please! No, please tell me it isn't so... Please' she thought mentally, her hear beating quickly within her chest.

"Know w... what..." she stammered and watched as he tensed, growling lowly.

"I know who you are... Sato, or should I say Rin Hara" he whispered, finally turning around and she gasped shaking her head, wondering how he found out.

"Oh God" she murmured.

"No, just Sesshoumaru" he said and she gulped feeling very much, like a deer caught in headlights.

"You were so clever, and I was at a loss for a while, that is until my - friend - Jaken told me who you were. You know he was right, the quiet ones are always the loudest. Your just like all the girls in Shikon high. Desperate, willing, eager. I bet you would have spread your legs eagerly for the first guy who showed little interest in---" he didn't get to finish his sentence because the next thing he felt was a stinging sensation on his right cheek.

"How dare you" she said her voice wavering, desperate tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

She blinked them back repeatedly, glowering at him.

"I'm not like any of those sluts in Shikon high. You don't see me throwing myself at--"

"No?" He questioned softly, his deep, low, and sultry voice sending deep tremors throughout her spine.

She ignored it.

"Then why did you come on to me when I first came here to the club?"

She didn't answer. She lowered her head, black bangs covering her chocolate eyes, eyes that were full of pain and anguish.

"That's what I thought..." he said pausing, watching her through narrowed eyes.

"You came after me" she said after a long tense silence.

"Only because you came on to me first."

He seemed to have a comeback for everything that she said.

"Get out" she hissed finally looking at him.

He raised an eyebrow at her, the only sign that proved he was living. If he felt something, he didn't show it.

"Excuse me?" He said and her eyes shot daggers at him.

"You got what you wanted Sesshomaru, you took my innocence, you took my..." She choked, she couldn't say it. It hurt too much "I hope you happy" she said and watched as the corners of his lips lifted with cruel amusement.

"Damn you, I hate you, get out, get out, get..." she choked on her words turning away from him, tears falling down her face and she covered her hands over her eyes.

"Just go" she whispered.

The atmosphere was so thick a knife could cut it. The tension killing her, her heart beat painfully within her chest and her tears fell silently. The tears were sad, silent, broken tears. Tears filled with sorrow and anguish. After a while he finally spoke.

"Rin..." he paused and then sighed before speaking once more.

"Very well, if that is what you wish. Have fun dancing, I'm sure you'll seduce some other fool with your hypnotic movements. Besides that's what you were made to do, to seduce the crowd."

The door closed behind her and she closed her eyes, disgusted with herself for shedding tears for that... pompous, conceited, egotistical jerk. Her body wracked with sobs and finally when she thought she would never stop, she was able to calm herself down. She stood up on shaky legs, quivering and looked at her reflection in the mirror.

She looked horrible. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her cheeks were streaked black because the make-up had gotten ruined, not that she cared at the moment, her mind was in turmoil, her head throbbed and all she wanted to do was stay in bed and never ever come out of it again.

She walked to the corner of the room where her blouse had been thrown, discarded on the floor carelessly and a few more tears escaped her brown eyes.

'That's all I am right, a piece of ass, another fuck he can add on to his list' she thought dejectedly.

She put on the blouse, buttoning the buttons slowly. Finally when she was done with that she went back to look at the mirror. She shook her head taking a few tissues to wipe away the make-up from her face. She cleaned it from her face, annoyed beyond belief.

Shaking her head, she began to clean up the make-up that had spilled on to the floor. She sighed tiredly, finally picking up the last few things on the floor. Getting up, she sat in a chair and began to re-apply the make-up. She put on more blue eye shadow, then some more black eye-liner and some clear lip gloss. She pulled her hair out of her pigtails, brushing it and then putting it back into the same hairstyle. She took off the dark blue ribbon and touched her neck seeing a bright red mark.

'A hickey' she thought with dread, Kouga was going to kill her and Ayame was going to tease her to no end.

She quickly tied the ribbon on to her neck and was surprised to see her hands shaking. She looked up, startled when the door opened.

"Kohaku" she said and sighed in relief.

He looked at her confused and said softly "Rin are you alright?"

Se forced a bright smile on to her lips and nodded her head. He continued to stare at her making her extremely uncomfortable, but he also looked indecisive. He glanced back into her eyes and smiled and her heart gave another painful lurch at the smile.

"Rin it's nine-thirty, your going to have to get on to the stage soon. Be ready in about five minutes, alright?"

She nodded her head and watched as he disappeared.

"Nine-thirty?" She echoed to herself confused.

'How had the time quickly passed?' She thought lowering her eyelashes.

'Of course, when I'm with... - him - I always lose track of time' she thought with a soft sigh. She bit her lip, chastising herself for even thinking of him, of Sesshoumaru.

Looking at herself once more in the mirror, she was satisfied and she walked out of the dressing room and onto the stage.


_ _ _ _ _


He smiled into the microphone, looking at the audience and then announced,

"Welcome to club Itazura, our first performance for tonight will be by our one and only 'Sato.'

Cheers erupted from the crowd and she came on to the stage, forcing a smile on her lips. The music had already started and she was already moving. The tune was very light in the beginning, soft and eeire, a haunting beginning drawing the crowd in, completely.


You took a pretty picture
And you smashed it into bits
Sank me into blackness
And you sealed it with a kiss


She mouthed the words silently swinging her hips from side to side, letting her body adjust to the beat of the song. She slowly began to unwind as the song kept playing. The lights danced on her form as she moved all over the stage.


If only I could let you go
Why do I need you so


She hated to admit it, but it was true. This was how she felt, how she felt about Sesshoumaru. She needed him, he was the only one who could quench her desires. She slowly brought her body down to the ground and then slowly came all the way back up, followed by the motion of her hips swinging from side to side.


It's amazing what a boy can do
I cannot stop myself
Wish I didn't want you like I do
Want you and no one else


It truly was amazing what a boy could do. He could be the only one to break you or take you. The only one that made your heart beat faster just by looking at him. They were dangerous, unfeeling creatures, catering to their own desires never once thinking about how the girl feels. Her eyes sparkled with anger and she closed them moving within the beat. Slow, then faster, and once again slowly.


You took a poison arrow
And you aimed it at my heart
It's heavy and it's bitter
And it's tearing me apart


Her heart began to beat painfully at that verse. Wrenching in pain and in sorrow. Her heart did hurt, it ached just thinking about him. Burning and she felt as though she would never get over him... ever. Twirling around on the stage she began to more quicker.


If only I could set you free
You worked your way inside of me


She almost tripped because of that. He didn't work his way inside of her, did he?


It's amazing what a boy can do
I cannot stop myself
Wish I didn't want you like I do
Want you and no one else


Oh God... she did want him, wanted all of him. His very essence. His very soul. She wanted to melt his cold and bitter heart replacing it with the warmth only - she - could give him. She paused dancing, for a few seconds then started to dance again as the next verse came on.


It's amazing what a boy can say
I cannot stop myself
Seems I love you more than yesterday
Love you and no one else

Oh, it's amazing


"No..." she whispered her eyes widening. She didn't love him, she couldn't have. She didn't even know him.

'But you know him intimately' her conscious whispered to her, taunting her.

Ignoring it she still danced. She struggled to get her conscious to leave her alone, but it was hard. She threw her hands in the air, then lowered them down her body, touching herself, slowly and enjoyed hearing groans from most of the guys in the club. Her dancing became more confident.


It's amazing what a boy can do
I cannot stop myself
Wish I didn't want you like I do
Want you and no one else


Closing her eyes tightly she knew the smile had faded from her mouth and was replaced with a frown. Her mind felt jumbled and lost, even though she was dancing she could not concentrate and briefly wondered why she ever agreed into coming here today, to cover for Jess. Her dancing was hypnotic and enticing and held a hint of seductiveness in it. Her breasts bounced as she moved a bit faster. Every eye in the club was staring at her transfixed.


It's amazing what a boy can say
I cannot stop myself
Seems I love you more than yesterday
Love you and no one else


As she kept on dancing with the song's beat, her throat constricted and tears threatened to fall down her face, but she fought to hold them back with every ounce of strength she possessed. Twirling around once more her skirt flew up showing off her ruffled panties and could hear cheers from most of the male population in the club. Her cheeks flushed with a hot blush and her head was pounding loudly.


It's amazing
Oh, it's amazing


Truly amazing, it was, because a dawning realization was landing on her.


I cannot stop myself
Wish I didn't
Love you and no one else


A slow burning realization fell upon her and she swallowed thickly. It was true... all of it. The whole song was true.

She was in love... she was in love with Sesshomaru Takahashi.

She was in love with the school's playboy.

The song had ended and people were clapping and cheering loudly, but all of it seemed to fade. She took a step back, unsteadily. At the moment all of train of thoughts were lost in her mind. Darkness had begun to overtake her tired body and as she fell back she heard her name being called out, her club name.

'Not Sato' she thought.

'Rin, my name is Rin Hara.'

Though she couldn't do anything about it because her body was too weak to respond. She blinked and felt herself landing into safe arms, they tightened around her body. Looking up was so hard, but when she did, she smiled at her savior. Tears leaked out of her brown eyes and her eyebrows furrowed.

"Kouga..." she mumbled. "Tell him... that.. I... I'm sorry."

Before her brother could understand what she was talking about, the darkness had taken over her body.