Set #2 Theme 67: 秘めた思い: The hidden thought
Title: Hidden Regret
Theme: Set #2 Theme 67: 秘めた思い: The hidden thought
Genres: AU (Modern Day) Romance, but not really. (I need to learn my genres...)
Pairings Represented: Sesshoumaru and Rin
Word Count: 551
Rating: PG-13 (For bad words and hints to sex.)
Summary: I suppose it needs a little background seeing how this was from a larger story. Sesshoumaru is at a club with another woman after a fight with Rin. He sees Rin dancing with another guy and he goes into this long thought about how he still wants Rin.
***Feel free to correct anything you see wrong.***
Sesshoumaru watched them as he sat in his seat at the club. The girl beside him satisfied him for a few minutes, but he couldn't help but think of someone else and when she came in with him...
He supposed it wasn't any different than him going out with the girl next to him, but she left first. It was her fault. At least that's what he thought. The things that happened that afternoon seemed so right. It was so easy to talk to her. It was so easy to let her know things about himself that he would have never told a one night fuck. But now? Now it was hard to believe that she ever cared. All she wanted was someone to give her something and it was something he was regretting.
The only other regret he had was the woman who was his first. That lying, no good red-head that just used him for sex. She told him she loved him and those words were even uttered by him, but she didn't mean it. If they weren't in her bed, she was carting him around as her younger "boy toy", even if she was only a senior in college. But he was a sophomore in high school, a stupid, naive boy in high school.
But she laughed at him and kicked him out and he grew up. Then it was him. He was the one laughing at all the girls. He didn't even stay long enough for "love." He stayed long enough to laugh at them; that's all he needed to do. Maybe if he laughed at them and made them feel bad, then maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to reflect on himself. He was fine the way he was anyway. That experience shaped him into this, so he should just learn how to deal with it.
So he watched them, actually, her. He watched her dance and deep down he wished he was dancing with her. He might not like the music and he might not even like to dance, but he would be close to her. He would be able to breathe in her scent like he did that afternoon in the park. That's all he needed. Just one more breath and he could leave.
He felt the lips of the woman sitting next to him on his cheek and his eyes reluctantly left the two. "Let's get out of here."
The smirked he learned to do so well over the years came to his face and he moved himself to stand up beside the table. "Yes," he said, holding out his hand.
After she stood up, Sesshoumaru looked around for Rin and Kohaku, but he couldn't find them. Bitterness blew through him as he knew what they were going to do. If not now, then soon. He knew how it worked...
When they made it out of the club and were walking back to the car, he thought he saw her car drive off, but the girl on his arm was distracting him and he didn't get a good look. It didn't matter anyway. She wasn't his and he wasn't hers. They were free to do whatever they wanted. But he couldn't help but think that he didn't want to be free from her...
Theme: Set #2 Theme 67: 秘めた思い: The hidden thought
Genres: AU (Modern Day) Romance, but not really. (I need to learn my genres...)
Pairings Represented: Sesshoumaru and Rin
Word Count: 551
Rating: PG-13 (For bad words and hints to sex.)
Summary: I suppose it needs a little background seeing how this was from a larger story. Sesshoumaru is at a club with another woman after a fight with Rin. He sees Rin dancing with another guy and he goes into this long thought about how he still wants Rin.
***Feel free to correct anything you see wrong.***
Sesshoumaru watched them as he sat in his seat at the club. The girl beside him satisfied him for a few minutes, but he couldn't help but think of someone else and when she came in with him...
He supposed it wasn't any different than him going out with the girl next to him, but she left first. It was her fault. At least that's what he thought. The things that happened that afternoon seemed so right. It was so easy to talk to her. It was so easy to let her know things about himself that he would have never told a one night fuck. But now? Now it was hard to believe that she ever cared. All she wanted was someone to give her something and it was something he was regretting.
The only other regret he had was the woman who was his first. That lying, no good red-head that just used him for sex. She told him she loved him and those words were even uttered by him, but she didn't mean it. If they weren't in her bed, she was carting him around as her younger "boy toy", even if she was only a senior in college. But he was a sophomore in high school, a stupid, naive boy in high school.
But she laughed at him and kicked him out and he grew up. Then it was him. He was the one laughing at all the girls. He didn't even stay long enough for "love." He stayed long enough to laugh at them; that's all he needed to do. Maybe if he laughed at them and made them feel bad, then maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to reflect on himself. He was fine the way he was anyway. That experience shaped him into this, so he should just learn how to deal with it.
So he watched them, actually, her. He watched her dance and deep down he wished he was dancing with her. He might not like the music and he might not even like to dance, but he would be close to her. He would be able to breathe in her scent like he did that afternoon in the park. That's all he needed. Just one more breath and he could leave.
He felt the lips of the woman sitting next to him on his cheek and his eyes reluctantly left the two. "Let's get out of here."
The smirked he learned to do so well over the years came to his face and he moved himself to stand up beside the table. "Yes," he said, holding out his hand.
After she stood up, Sesshoumaru looked around for Rin and Kohaku, but he couldn't find them. Bitterness blew through him as he knew what they were going to do. If not now, then soon. He knew how it worked...
When they made it out of the club and were walking back to the car, he thought he saw her car drive off, but the girl on his arm was distracting him and he didn't get a good look. It didn't matter anyway. She wasn't his and he wasn't hers. They were free to do whatever they wanted. But he couldn't help but think that he didn't want to be free from her...