It had to be you- chapter 1

******STANDARD DISCLAIMER HERE***** I DON'T OWN INUYASHA IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM*******
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It was a beautiful June summer day as a dark hair woman buzzed down the highway in a 2004 Jeep Wrangler. Her car radio was tune to station WOOZ since they always played a good variety of old to modern music. Today was her first day off from work in a long time, so to relax she decide to headed out to an remote beach, that a friend suggest she see.

As she drove along the shoreline, she passed some of the more popular public beaches. The packed beaches had people lying out under the sun tanning themselves. While others patrons on the beach did activities like playing volleyball, tossing Frisbees, or building sandcastles. The ocean water was just as populated with people swimming, riding on jet skis, or sailing sailboats.

She could also see the usual convoy of food concession stands serving treats like caramel apples, hot buttered popcorn, cotton candy, and other yummy gooey culinary delights. Her mouth watered as families' barbeques saturated the air bombarded her nose with their heavenly aromas. The whole scene was enough to drive any hungry person to the brink of insanity.

Normally, watching all those people would be fun and exciting. However, today she wanted to be alone, she needed her own Shangri-La. She still had a few miles to go before she got to the beach when suddenly she heard something on the on the radio that caught her attention.

"It's twelve o'clock, and you're listening to W.O.O.Z for the music of your yesteryears and new millennium. This is Clyde Fair working for you this afternoon. The request lines are open, so call in to hear your favorite. Right now, I have a song going out to Rin from M.A.S. and K. They said enjoy your day off, because you're working overtime tomorrow… And here's your song   Steppenwolf 'Born to be Wild' Enjoy."

"Those guys are crazy." Rin laughed, as the song started she cranked up the volume and began bopping around to the beat and singing along.

Get your motor runnin'
Head out on the highway
Lookin' for adventure
And whatever comes our way
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under
Yeah Darlin' go make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild…

"I was born to be w-i-l-d" she sang, adjusting the last chorus a little. Born to be wild is her most favorite song, because it always brought back great memories of her parents.

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She was six years old, and her family was having a picnic in the middle of a colorful meadow. They were having a great time eating, playing games, and listening to the radio. She remembered that when that song started to play on the radio, her mother and father looked strangely at each other, and then started dancing and singing.

She didn't understand why their stopped playing with her just because of the song. So she waited as patiently as she could, until they stop singing and asked her mother, "Mommy, why did you and daddy start dancing and singing to that icky song?"  

"Honey that song isn't icky." her mother laughed. "Rin, that song was playing when your father and I realize that we loved each other. It's our love song." She said smiling warmly at her husband.

"I thought love songs were sad and slow, they don't sound like that!" Rin said, as she scrunched up her face and stuck out her tongue.

Her mother just smiled and said, "Sweetheart, not every love song is a slow ballad, it's all depends on the people, and the atmosphere. You'll understand better, when you grown up and fall for some boy."

"No, I wouldn't" Rin said boldly.

"And why is that?"

"Because One, their dumb boys, and Three, they're gross and smelly.  And, I'll never… never…ever like them."  Then she ran over to her father and begged him to swing her around, leaving her mother laughing loudly on the ground.

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Memories like that one always comfort Rin a lot. Since her parents were unfortunately killed by some burglars a few years back. The only thing that seemed to help Rin thru her depression were those all some fond memories and that song…their song.

She finally arrived at the secret spot a little before one o'clock P.M… As she drove toward the beach front, she noticed an old weather-beaten sign with the name 'Fantasy Point' etched into it. Once she got to the shoreline, she saw why the area was named that.

The uncluttered, undisturbed glorious white sand ran along the shore as far as the eye could see. The ocean water was surreal, it was nothing like the pale greenish murky water that the other beaches along the shore had. This water was clear crystal blue; when she looked into she thought she could see the ocean bottom. The terrain and cliffs that surrounded the beach vibrated with colors of green, brown, and other earth tones. There was only one word that jump into Rin's mind that could describe the haven that she was looking out upon…. paradise.

She couldn't hold in her excitement any longer. With her car radio blaring loudly, she drove her Jeep onto the beach. She then jumped out grabbed her picnic basket, towels, radio and beach umbrella and started running toward the sandy white ocean line.

"I HAVE A WHOLE BEACH TO MYSELF."  She yelled as she threw her gear down on the sand, and started doing cartwheels along the shore. She eventually set up her umbrella and towels, and decided to go swimming before exploring the rest of beach front. So, she stripped down to her black one piece swimsuit, and threw on an oversize t-shirt and jump into the water.

She thought that the water would feel warm being that the day's temperature was ninety-eight degrees, but the water was very cold and comforting. It was so wonderful that she just floated on her back for a while complete oblivious to her surrounding. She didn't realize an object was swimming right toward her.

Meanwhile on a cliff ledge that overlooked the beach area.

A very tall man with short slivery-white hair was sitting in front of an empty painting canvas on an easel staring at the ocean's horizon.

"Damn, What's wrong with me?! Why can't I think of anything!" he muttered, while throwing his paint brushes in his supply box along with his paints. He then got up from his chair and pace back and forth from his easel to his car.

Sesshomaru had been experiencing artist's block for the past month, and decided to go the beach for inspiration. He went thru this type of dry period every time he lost his muse with the model he was working with.

His last model was Kanna Funaki who seemed ideally perfect for him. She was in her early twenty's, pretty face, good figure, and long white hair. She had two major flaws though; she was incredibly vain, and absolutely insane.

She never talked during their session together, and to tell the truth he was fine was that. He was never one of having big conversations himself. However, her incessant need to always have mirrors around her was a little to much of him.

Their first modeling session together was quite memorable. He asked her to wait in his studio while he finished discussing an art project with a client. When he was finish and walked into his studio, and was flabbergasted by what he saw. She had eight full length mirrors circling his modeling platform which she was posing on. When he asked her what was with all the mirrors she answered, "This way you'll be able to see all my great features without walking around." He was floored.

He adjusted to her quirky obsession with the mirrors, but the event that ended their relationship still played hectic on his mind every now and then.

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She had been his model for about three months, and he decided to ask her out. He knew better than to date his models, but that night he was feeling lonely for some reason. They had dinner, then to a movie, and before he knew what happen she spend the night with him.

"Sess--hom--aru…wake up."  

"Mmmm"

"Sesshomaru….wake up… please"

"Mmmmm…..leave me alone."  He answered sleepily.

"Sessy…wake up for your Kanna Wanna." she said in a baby talkish way.

He eyes slowly drifted open, and then his mind register what she said.  'Kanna Wanna?  Sessy? What the hell is this woman talking about?' he thought as he gradually sat up in his bed.  He turned to look at Kanna and saw that she had a pair of scissors in her hand.

"I know that you'll like the change Sessy.  I think it's for the best, and we can donate it to my friend Yura. She a hairdresser who makes wigs."

Sesshomaru didn't understand what she was talking about until he tried to run his fingers thru his hair. "MY HAIR!!!" he shouted.

His long slivery-white hair which hadn't been cut since he was six. His beautiful hair that had finally reached his lower thighs. The crazy bitch cut of all his hair off while he was asleep.

"WHY?!" he growled, as one hand clutch the remnants of hair that was left on the bed, while the other hand stoked the top of his head.

Kanna looked at him perplexedly and answered, "Why sweetheart, you should know I can't date anyone who has better hair than mine's. Your hair was as soft as a pillow, and much healthier, and shinier than mine. And, we can't have that can we?"

The blood vessels in his eyes bulge out, making his golden amber eyes to look completely red. He didn't answer her; he just glared at the psychotic woman. Sesshomaru was known for many things, but his temper was legendary. He learned at an early age to hide his emotions and to always wear a stoic mask.

Within seconds his eyes returned back to their original color. He swiftly got out of bed, walked over to his bedroom window and opened it. In his mind he kept saying, 'Don't lose control…don't lose control.'  over and over again.

"Sessy….What wrong? Why won't you say something?" Kanna asked.

He walked back to his bed, picked her up in his arms and walked back to the window.

He narrowed his eyes and said cruelly, "Two things BITCH, you should never do. One… cut my hair. And, two…" he then hurled her out of the window and yelled after her, "NEVER CALL ME SESSY!!"  and then slammed the window shut after that.

"She so damn lucky I live on the second floor."  he muttered as he walked to his bathroom.

Kanna called the next morning to officially end their relationship.

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'So what should I do now?'   he thought, as he sat on the hood of his car smoking a cigarette looking at the blank canvas.  He was growing bored with using model after model, none of them could never kept he inspired long enough for him to do several pieces of work.  Creating art was his life's blood, but what could he do to solve his problem. Everything just felt so hopeless.

Suddenly, he heard some loud noise coming from the beach below. He got off his car, and walked over to the ledge to see what was going now. The beach was off the beat and track from the other beaches, so hardly anyone never came to it. So, he was little curious to see who also knew about it's existence.

He saw a yellow Jeep drive its way from the road to the shore front. He then saw a woman jump out of the car, and grab something from the Jeep and then run toward the beach.

He smirked slightly, as she yelled about having the beach alone, and then did some cartwheels.

"What a strange woman." he said, as he gave her one more look before returning to his canvas. Sesshomaru sat down a thought about what he just saw, it looked so foolish, and degrading for a woman her age to behave like that. Yet, on the other hand, she seemed so innocent, and carefree in her actions.  

He suddenly picked up his paint brush, and some paints a started painting. Within twenty minutes, he finished painting a perfect replica of the woman on the beach doing cartwheels along a sandy beach.

'Strange' Sesshomaru thought, 'What possessed me to do that?'  He got up again, and walked over to the ledge to look for the woman. He saw the she was floating on her back in the water, but what he also saw in the water made him a little uneasy.

"Is that a dorsal fin?" He was blessed with really good vision, so he looked a little harder at the object swimming around the woman. "That is a dorsal fin…shark." he whispered lowly.

Shark attacks around their area were rare, and he knew the people from them never survived. He normally would have let nature take it course; it was after all just a circle of life in progress.  The strong must survive, what's life. But, something about that woman pulled at his sub consciences.

He started yelling off the cliff edge, "HEY GET OUT OF THE WATER!!! GET OUT!!!!"

Rin didn't hear anything, but the splash of the ocean since her ears were under the water line.

He kept yelling a few more times, and realized that she couldn't hear him. He then saw a path that led down to the beach area from the cliff that he was on. Sesshomaru started running down the rocky steep path as run as possible. He was running so fast, he felt as if he was flying down the cliff side.

Once he got to the beach shore, he ran toward Rin position still yelling at her to get out. Rin had finally got off her back, and was wading in the water when she heard someone say…get out of the water.

She was about to turn toward the voice, when her eyes caught a sideway glimpse of the dorsal fin. She froze, her eyes grew twice their normal sizes, and her body started to shake. She couldn't do anything, but tread in the water.

Sesshomaru saw that she was scared stiff, so he kicked out his shoes pulled his shirt over his head, and jumped into the water. It only take him a few seconds to get to her position, he tried to pull her back to shore. But, her body was shaking too greatly for him to get a firm grasps.

There was only one thing he could do, so he swam in front of her and prepare to fight the shark. He heard that if you hit a shark on the nose or gills very hard, that they would retreat. He didn't know if it was true or not, but he was about to find out.

So, the two of them waited as the fin got closer….and closer….and closer until.