SF: After much thought and consideration, I have decided to re-do this story. The plot will stay mostly the same, but I really need to go through this. I wrote this at the beginning of my writing 'career' and my skills were...raw, to say the least. Haha. Tell me what you think and, for those of you who have read this, tell me what you think should be altered.
Reviews are appreciated, especially the honest ones!
Much thanks!
Innocent Until Proven Guilty
Chapter One: Prologue
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?" the husky judge wearing black proceeding robes asked the dozen people present in the jury box. The head juror rose from her seat, smoothed out her black knee-length skirt and bowed low in respect to the judge before replying.
"We have, your honour."
"And how do you find the defendant?"
"We find the defendant not guilty."
Taisho Sesshoumaru rose from the defendant's table wearing a black Armani suit with a nice blue crisp top and a matching black tie. His satin hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, much like his father wore, and his bangs remained framing his pale forehead.
Sesshoumaru's busty client jumped up from the table and squealed loudly as she launched herself at Sesshoumaru.
"Thank you, Sesshoumaru! Thank you!" Tskui Kaguya cried, her monkey arms still wrapped around his hips. Because of his towering height, she opted to snuggling close and firm around his hips. She looked up into his haunted ingots eyes from her short height of four feet, eleven inches. "How can I ever repay you for helping me?"
Kaguya smiled at Sesshoumaru seductively as she tossed her hip length black hair over her shoulder.
Sesshoumaru finally released himself from her iron grip and looked down upon her curvaceous body. "Get my cheques in immediately," he replied with a voice so cold it could freeze Hell over. Kaguya gave a pouty-lip face, in desperation for a good lay.
His lean, hard body played tricks with her vivid imagination and she was salivating at her daydream.
Obviously, Sesshoumaru didn't notice. After her final fail attempt, Kaguya turned on the heel of her foot and stormed out of the courtroom, only to be hounded by the press.
With that said and done, he gathered the last few of his case papers and evidence folders and put them inside his black lather briefcase. He extracted his aviator glasses from his briefcase and slid them onto his face. Snapping it shut, he exited the court room through the main doors.
Thankfully, the press had flocked to Kaguya who was more than willing to sell them her sob story.
(~^-^)(^-^~)
It was very late at night when Sesshoumaru pulled up to his three-story mansion in his sleek black Jaguar. He had to return to the office after the trial this afternoon so he could collect his new case file. Unlike most attorneys, Sesshoumaru only handled one case at a time so that he could give the need care and attention toward the preparation of his cases.
He briskly exited his car, locking it behind him with a high pitched beep beep. Sesshoumaru brandished his keys from his pants pockets and plunged them into the lock, prying open the door, only to lock it behind him.
Leaning up against the solid door, Sesshoumaru sighed and closed his eyes. What a long, crap-filled day. He definitely needed to book some vacation soon before he went postal on some poor, unsuspecting sap.
Sesshoumaru had taken his hair down after court and it swayed gracefully behind him as he walked. Depositing all of his documents and paper work in his large study, he headed toward the main stair case, deciding to ignore the pages for a few hours, at least. Sesshoumaru glided up the stairs with ease, shedding his coat, loosening his tie, and unbuttoning his silk shirt in the process.
At the top of the lengthy stair case, he turned left and headed for his young daughter's bedroom. Gently pushing open the door, he looked into the room adorned in pink, stuffed animals, and many of other toys, only to find that his daughter was not there. Inwardly sighing, he deduced where the little child had wandered off to; his room.
Retreating back down the hallway, back to where the stair case was, he passed them and turned toward the fourth door on the left. Bam! Sesshoumaru rammed right into the ten foot door. Groaning, Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and rubbed his nose and forehead. Really, more attention to his surroundings would have saved him from the constant door bashing. He smiled a small, light smile at the thought of his two and a half year old daughter trying to open, let alone close, the massive door.
Rin had been a blessing in disguise. She had not been planned, and at first he was reluctant to admit that she was his daughter, but when he gazed into her big molasses colored eyes, he had fallen in love.
Rin had been a product of one of his many past girlfriends. One of the many he truly did not wish to dwell upon. Abi had not wanted Rin, even from the first day she was born. She wanted nothing to do with her and she still doesn't, thus she does not come around to their home, ever.
All thanks to my little darling, Rin, Sesshoumaru thought proudly as he entered his room. He could not help a soft sigh that escaped his lips as he looked around his once solitude room. Now, almost every visible surface, that the two year old could reach, was filled with pieces of paper with colorful drawings on them.
When he closed the door, he turned around and saw a picture near the bottom of the door that caught his attention. As most two year olds, she was not the best artist, but she still put forth a great effort, so much so that most of the time you could actually tell what was in the picture.
She drew a picture of when Rin and Sesshoumaru spent the entire day at the beach. Sesshoumaru had one of those stress marks adorning his forehead as a crab attached himself to Sesshoumaru. Rin was standing not too far away, laughing. He smiled softly at the picture, not because it reminded him of the time when that damned crab had enough nerve to attach itself to his person, but that she found it a worthy enough event to depict.
At the bottom of the page, no doubt written by one of the maids, that read Daddy and Me and Mr.Crabby McCrabbCrabb.
Sesshoumaru looked at the page for a minute more with an amused look on his face before he sauntered over to his deep oak desk and deposited the page there. He looked across the room, toward his bed, which was larger than a king size, adorned with black silk sheets and black throw over, to the slight bump known as Rin.
He walked over to his dresser, pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms and walked into his adjoining bathroom to change. Upon returning, he noticed the little lump had not yet moved. Casually walking over to his bed, he pulled back the sheets and blankets and climbed in.
Rin felt the bed collapse slightly under an unknown weight. She turned over to face the intruder only to collided face first into Sesshoumaru's chest. He let out a small chuckle as the child looked up at him through sleep clouded eyes.
"Daddy." Rin let out a long yawn.
"Hush now. Go back to sleep, darling. I am taking the day off tomorrow," Sesshoumaru cooed softly. Rin was the only being alive that he showed any emotion to, mainly because she was his own flesh and blood and the only one to melt his artic heart.
"Rin love Daddy."
"And I love you, Rin."
Sesshoumaru rolled onto his back and pulled his young daughter onto his firm chest. She snuggled into his warmth and fell asleep almost instantly. She was tiny enough to curl up on his chest alone with room to spare. He gazed down at her lovingly, wondering what he would do without her. Wanting to dismiss the thought, he stroked Rin's head lovingly until sleep claimed him.
(~^-^)(^-^~)
Higurashi Kagome picked up her little black cordless phone from beside her bed, and started to dial the seven digit number, exiting her room to enter into the main area of her tiny apartment. Her low cut jeans hugged her hips and curvy legs nicely and her khaki shirt that framed her gracious torso matched perfectly. Plonking down on the couch that was some how, by good grace, still not broken, she waited for someone to pick up the phone on the receiving end of her call.
She picked impatiently at a hole in the knees in her jeans. Her long, black, thick hair fell down her back. She had big, brown, mischievous eyes that almost no one could trust.
Finally someone answered the phone.
"Hello, I'd like to place an order for pick up. The name is I.P. Knightly. Okay, I want - "
"Kagome, this is the sixth time - "
"Seventh."
" - fine SEVENTH time you've called this hour! I'm sorry, but I have to work!" Sango replied. "Now Kagome, did you need something?"
"Uhh..." Kagome forgot about what she wanted. "Oh right! Okay, are you still going to pick up the pizza on your way over tonight?"
Kagome had been holed up in her quaint apartment for far too long. Sango knew this while Kagome chose to ignore it. Kagome had just been dumped by her boyfriend of two years for her cousin, Kikyo. She was absolutely devastated when he told her. She refused to leave or talk to anyone. Well, at least she was talking now. Sango found that a little step in the right direction.
"Yes, of course Kagome. You know, you really need to get out for a while. I know! How about we go down to a club tomorrow night! C'mon! It will be fun! And I won't take no for an answer!" Sango commanded defiantly.
"Well, I guess that leaves me no choice," Kagome started.
"That's the spirit, girl!"
"I'll have to kill you," Kagome continued in a deadpan voice.
"Sure thing. I'll be over in a bit."
"I'm serious! You are as good as dead, Sango!"
"Uh huh." With that, Sango hung up the phone on her sadistic friend.
(~^-^)(^-^~)
Sesshoumaru and Rin spent the entire day together. They went to the park, the zoo, the museum, and the local fair. Currently, Sesshoumaru was dressed in a large pink hat and had somehow forced his ass into little tiny chair to play tea party with Rin.
This is so degrading, Sesshoumaru thought stoically. But it's only for a little while. I can never deny Rin what she wants.
Rin held up a plastic white tea pot rimmed with pink trim, inside in contained tea, but it was the good kind, easiest to clean up in case of a spill; the invisible kind of tea. It was a silent question to see if he wanted more.
"No, thank you, Rin," the silver haired man replied.
The both say in a comfortable silence for a while. Rin finally broke the silence by asking a question he thought he would never hear.
"Rin play alone now?" Rin asked innocently, as if she was almost afraid of hurting his feelings.
On the inside, Sesshoumaru did his own version of a ten million dollar happy dance.
"Indeed."
Sesshoumaru stood up, removed the hat from his head and placed it on one of her numerous stuffed animals. He bent down low to kiss her on the head. He received a movie star smile from her.
"Rin, Daddy is going out tonight alright? I want you to be a good girl for Daddy. You can do that, yes?"
Rin gurgled cheerfully.
Sesshoumaru smiled warmly before leaving the room that closely resembled Pepto Bysmol.
Sesshoumaru walked into kitchen and instructed his chef to baby-sit Rin until he returned later on in the evening. With a quick change of his clothes, he walked down stairs, left the house, only to seat himself into his extravagant Jaguar. Revving the engine, he peeled out of the drive, stone spinning out from under his rubber. He needed some adult time now.