One of These Days

A/N: Was listening to some Pink Floyd (Pulse concert) and was inspired by the song "One of These Days". I haven't written a dark fic in a long time, and this basically wrote itself in about 20 minutes. Hope you enjoy it, and happy fluff is sure to return soon :D (and in good Pink Floyd tradition, if you go to youtube and search for "One of These Days Pulse" the song should align with how long it takes you to read this!)

Every day was the same damn thing: three piece suit and tie, overseeing unimportant things with unimportant people, struggling to find recognition in his baby brother's shadow for the things he did right over and over again, but instead finding chastisement in the very few things he did wrong. After a long disappointing day at the corporation he hated, he went home every night to a dark and nearly bare apartment, one so small he didn't even have a bed, he simply slept on the small couch.

Day after day after day it was the same. Days so horrible he longed for death, and nights so lonely all he could do was cry. Then came the girl. Nothing more than a badly beaten street walker he'd taken up to his room (for that's all it really was) and cleaned up. She thanked him with a blow job, and then had come to visit him every evening after that. She'd given him hope, brightened the darkness, made his nights a little better so that the days improved a little too; she'd given him something to look forward to… And more than that, she loved him, though he was sure there was nothing left about him to love. And then one night, she'd brought some magic for both of them…

He remembered sinking to the floor with his belt strapped tight around his bicep, his little concubine telling him to jerk it as tight as he could while she guided the needle into his arm… And as soon as it hit he was addicted. Everything he hated about his life was gone, everything he resented swept away by the warmed poison shooting through his veins… Sesshomaru was finally free.

Rin took hers in the inner thigh, a little trickle of blood rolling down, then consumed by her lover. They lost themselves to each other and the sweet nothingness that ran rampant in their bodies, free from every judgmental glance, every disapproving stare, free from spoiled siblings and arrogant parents… from God Himself… They reveled in their temporary peace.

In the morning, Sesshomaru shoved a fistful of cash into Rin's hand and told her to stock them up on whatever it was she'd brought him. Their destiny was sealed.

In the weeks that followed, Sesshomaru began to follow the downward spiral of addiction: showing up to work late and unprepared, losing clients left and right because he just didn't care anymore; his brother taking over the company as Daddy Taisho became frustrated with his oldest son. Sesshomaru didn't care, he had Rin and he had heroin, and with that he had happiness.

Then came the night when Rin overdosed… He raced to the hospital carrying her in his arms, running bare chested and barefoot down the busiest street in town, eyes full of tears and glazed over as he ran. The emergency room doctors advised them both to get treatment. "One of these days you'll have an accidental overdose like this and you won't live through it," they'd said.

When Rin had recovered, they made an effort to not shoot up so often, keeping it to once or twice a week, and with the saved money move to a better part of town, start a new life together… maybe get married. But when no one would hire Rin because of her criminal record as a prostitute, and because everyone at Daddy Taisho's company now looked down on Sesshomaru at every project he handled, it wasn't long before they were back at it five and six nights a week.

It was now winter. Christmas was spent shooting up watching "It's a Wonderful Life" and eating fried spam from a crusty skillet on a single burner hot plate. Their faces were sunken in, Rin's ribs clearly visible in the light of the leaning Christmas tree… What started out as magical was beginning to turn oh-so-sour. Sesshomaru fixed a fresh syringe and offered it to her. "You take half and I'll take half," he said as he kissed her. It was pure stuff (after all, it was Christmas) and half would be plenty to send them high enough to sing with the angels. Rin, who was no longer whoring herself out, waited for her fiancé to tie her arm good and tight before she brought the needle into the now well used area between her bicep and forearm. Just as she pressed the plunger in, she sneezed, and ended up shooting the whole rocket straight into her veins. With a gasp and a gurgle, she fell forward into Sesshomaru's chest, gave a wheezy cough, and died in his lap, the needle still dangling in her arm.

There was no funeral. She was cremated and Sesshomaru had her ashes turned into a lab created diamond, and he had the diamond placed into a woman's solitaire setting that he wore on a chain around his neck. No one at his father's company said a word of condolence to him. His brother had made some smart ass remark about him being glad the tramp was fuckin' gone, better to get such garbage out of the family before they had a chance to make a baby. Daddy Taisho agreed and gave Sesshomaru a raise simply because that "little whore" was out of his life now for good. The hurtful things Sesshomaru's blood relatives said about the love of his life were imprinted upon him as if they had written the words on his heart with a knife… He would see his sweetheart's honor restored.

After getting good and high, Sesshomaru found the courage to do what he felt needed to be done from day one concerning InuYasha. At first he'd gone over to the bastard's house simply to tell him off, but what ended up happening was far worse than the sober Sesshomaru could have expected. After a very heated argument about Rin, it had turned to blows. And once Sesshomaru's rage kicked in, there was no stopping him. He'd been hurt, abandoned, neglected, and mistreated by his family, at least in his eyes, and when he finally strangled his little brother, he felt a kind of deep victory that he'd never experienced before. He knew he couldn't stop now… he had to finish it all then.

He calmly entered his father's house, using the key Daddy Taisho had given him. He walked calmly into the kitchen, calmly withdrew the largest boning knife he could find, and calmly ascended the grand staircase and calmly murdered his father in his sleep. After it was over, he calmly wiped the blade off and stuck it back in the drawer he'd gotten it from and calmly left.

Now he sits on the thin railing on the balcony of his tiny apartment, belt once more around his arm and syringe at the ready. He's cooked triple tonight, and he intends to join his bride now that the others who have hurt him so bad for so long have been taken care of. He puts the ring that holds Rin's diamond into his mouth as he depresses the poison, and as he nods to the drug, he falls backwards, never feeling the impact that kills him, but instead finding himself in a spirit world in his lover's arms, hearing her sweet voice, and never feeling pain ever, ever again.