Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything here besides the plot….

Well this story is a spin off my story FACE DOWN, you don't have to read it in order to understand it, but I figured I'd let you know.

So Emotional --Christina Aguilera

By Miztikal-Dragon

Part One

Hospitals had always been a cold place to him, the clicks of the industrial sized air conditioning units turning on and off, the sharp smell of sanitation and of sickness like a wafting perfume so strong he could taste it on his tongue. He had never really cared for hospitals because to him they were a place of weakness, a place of death and since he was neither dying nor weak it was not a place he belonged to. It seemed however; that his presence was needed and so he visited this place of steady beeps and dings, of melancholy chatter and sometimes, horrified and pain-filled screams. He guessed it was more really the vast plains of emotions that he hated. The wailing and screaming, barking of orders and rapidly beating hearts from the Emergency Room; patient's family and friends sitting anxiously waiting for a doctor whose eyes could only hold sadness. Or the infectious laughter, hoots and hollers, and faint smell of cigar smoke that came from the beginning of a new life.

To him, all of it was just so unnecessary and thus the emotional roller coaster ride called a hospital was insignificant. He was healthy, relatively happy (as happy as someone like him could be), and very successful, so hospitals were simply another annoyance that gave the government another pathetic excuse to dig into his pockets and take his hard earned paycheck in order to support to the poor. Despite the surprisingly good looks he was graced with from birth, those thoughts were his true ugliness and he hid them deep in his chest and the only thing showing his distaste was the flick of his perceptive eyes.

The worst part was although they were his personal thoughts, they were completely irrelevant to the situation at hand. His expensive shoes made the usual steady clip-clop against the hard tile floor of the hospital hallway, the sound drowning out all others for him as his cold eyes flicked over the numbers on the walls designating the room numbers. Today he was needed for counsel and though he was not known to be a generous man, or a caring man, his knowledge was without charge. Never would he work pro-bono, nor was he court appointed, it was beneath him--hell, it was beneath the dirt beneath him; it was for his family.

Grant it, his brother wasn't really family either, just some bastard off spring of his late father, yet he was not the kind to abandon family over a possible homicide charge. Okay so maybe it wasn't exactly his younger half brother who was currently being 'investigated' (if you could use the word that loosely) for self-defense/homicide, it was his little rag doll girlfriend. However, it was his brother who somehow dragged himself into the mess that she had created and now, like always, he was being forced to clean up after him. What a waste of his already valuable time.

The only thing he approved of for this "visit" was that the nursing staff had the intelligence to move both his half brother and his girlfriend to proper rooms. He would not stand trying to discuss anything of this important in an open ICU for any eager eavesdropping, bedridden person or hospital employee hearing something they shouldn't and having it leaked later. Sure there were police officers accompanying them; Nonetheless, state employees could be bought out, or out ranked; the vermin which crawled in the hospitals were a completely different race of trash and he would give no one the chance at tainting his father's good name with filth and rumors.

Carelessly, he glanced one last time at the room number written on the piece of paper in his hand to be a hundred percent sure he was going in the right direction. It made him remember another reason why he disliked hospitals--nothing about them made any sense. Whomever had been in charge of numbering the rooms had to have been a complete idiot and he touched the bridge of his nose with irritation feeling an oncoming migraine begin to creep into the back of his mind. This was a waste of his precious time, he didn't want to be there finding a way to get his pathetic brother out of trouble, and though he had no choice in the matter, once he healed completely, he would kill his half brother.

The soft urgent vibration coming from his pant pocket stopped him and slowly he dragged out the sleek cell phone demanding his attention and flipped it open. He didn't have to read it to know whom had sent the enveloped text message; there was only one person he knew who dared to do such besides his younger brother and it made his head throb slightly. Of course she picked now as the right time to bother him.

'Stuck in meeting with Phelps

and Hitomi, won't be able to

make dinner. Rain check'

-Kagura-

His eyes skimmed over the message and immediately felt his migraine begin to recede. Unimportant and obviously something that could have waited, yet it meant that he didn't have to tell her later that her company made him sick to his stomach. The woman was a good attorney, he'd give her that, the way her sharp eyes hunted down her opponents weakness. She was vicious and when her lips quirked into that plotting smile she had, it made his blood boil to dominate her in everyway he could. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to take it, leaving many poor unsuspecting fools to be caught up in her intricate web, but he was not some fool. He knew how her mind worked and he used it to his advantages, he spared her no humiliation at her expense when showing her her place and still she came back for more.

It was all a game of chess, a battle strategy to see who would come out the victor and he had yet to lose to her. She was a good attorney, there was no lying there, but all the same, he was better and had no problem standing up to it and knocking her down the pegs she struggled to climb up. It was all about who was the best, who came out on top and though it made him smile to torture her so, there was no point in denying the obvious.

With the push of his thumb the message was delete and he slipped the piece of metal technology back into his pant pocket, he had better things to do than indulge Kagura's need for attention. He'd rather help his brother than try stomaching another five minutes with the conceited witch. That done, he turned down into another hallway weaving gracefully between people and gurneys, nurses and doctors rushing by. Why they felt the need to get in his way he had no idea, maybe they had lost their minds, though he paid no heed to them as he spotted the room number that matched his slip of paper. Crumbling it in his hand, he tossed it over his shoulder not caring who saw him and glanced at the dry erase board that had the names "Takahara, InuYasha and Higurashi, Kagome" scribbled on it in almost illegible chicken scratch handwriting.

Like many gunshot victims being investigated, if the suspect (or victim) in question was hospitalized, especially in his brother's case, there should have been a police office or two present either outside or right inside the hospital room so as nothing, or no one could tamper with them in any way. Although, unlike normal hospitals rules and regulations, the door was left slightly ajar, not a single body watching the outside and opening the door, the light slinking in like a dark shadow, there seemed to be no one watching from the outside.

His migraine was coming back with a vengeance now and frowning angrily, his manicured hand flicked over the switch, fluorescent lights blossoming overhead and illuminating the decent sized room. Why was he even surprised that there would be nothing? He could have been an angry henchman of Naraku's slipping into their room to dish out their own kind of vengeance. He could have been anybody and it was safe to say that he would have to make a phone call to straighten things out, or begin the paperwork for a lawsuit.

Movement caught his eye and for the faintest moment he wondered if he had been seeing things. Maybe his migraine was finally getting to him and he was hallucinating. He held his breath for a moment, listening to the sounds around him, both Kagome and InuYasha appeared to be deep asleep, the soft beeping of machines hooked up to his brother's bed, the television rigged up on the wall between the two hospital beds playing some television program minus the sound. He was looking for something out of place, something that didn't belong and it took him a few long moments to pin point it. When he did, he glared in the direction hoping it would burst into flames.

"I know you're there," he said into the silence, his shoes tapping irritably against the tile. "Show yourself."

"Shhh," a soft voice hushed in reply and he saw the bobbing head of black.

He refused to be hushed by anyone and with two long strides he crossed the room to shut off the television, though only managed to changed the channel, glaring daggers at the intruder hiding on the opposite side of his brothers hospital bed. He had been expecting a younger child, maybe ten or twelve, possibly a boy, boys were known to go around and wander, but what greeted him wasn't what he was expecting.

"Aww man, now I'll never know what happens!" She appeared to be in her late teens, early twenties, her long jet black hair flat against her head like she had been denied a shower for a few days. Pale skin peeked out of the oversized hospital gown she wore, her shoulder slipping through the hole meant for her neck and sliding down. His eyes wandered, her long legs folded on the floor, one of her tiny feet covered in a gray hospital issued sock, the other laying off to the side covered in a large and awkward yellow cast.

"What are you doing in here?" His mind took a second or two to restart itself as his gaze drifted to her face. She wasn't the prettiest girl he'd ever seen; in fact, she was quite plain in appearance, but it was here eyes that stood out.

"Oh, fuck--I mean jeez I'm sorry," she gushed attempting to scramble to her feet, the yellow cast making it slightly more difficult. "I didn't know they were expecting company.. I--uh, well you see--"

If he had been in his right mind he would have let her fall and he blamed his temporary lapse of judgment on her overly expressive light brown eyes as the culprit. Her hand had wrapped around the pole that had held her IV trying to right herself as she stepped around him. There was a deep red blush coating her cheeks, pushing out the creamy paleness of her skin that had instantly demanded his attention and when her casted foot slipped out from underneath her barely two steps away from him, his initial reaction had been to reach out to her.

Her flesh was cold to the touch, all the same it filled him with a burning heat and a jolt of electricity. Like everything about her, it took him by surprise and though he had the urge to jerk away and let her continue to fall, his arms were heavy and he couldn't get them to cooperate.

His hands seemed to cradle her back, his long fingertips clutching the back of her hospital gown, a single digit slipping underneath innocently touching her pale skin. He had felt this kind of pull before only once, the first time he had been with Kagura, while like the wind she seemed to reflect most, it quickly blew away. That feeling though, had purely been lust for the cunning prosecuting attorney and this new alien version was different, it had to be.

"Oh my cheese crackers," she whispered softly, her small hands clenching the arms of his long-sleeved shirt to help support herself.

He watched the way her lips parted, her delicate tongue dipping out to moisten them and the heat in him stirred again. They weren't overly large he noticed; not pouty or luscious, but he decided that they could be coaxed to be such. They had the ability and mentally he deemed them very kissable. "You're on the television."

Her words shocked him instantly back into reality and turning his head to look over his shoulder at the hanging television he righted himself, his hold lingering as he pulled her closer. She wasn't lying when she said he was on the television and he hadn't believed she was; the news reporter's mouth moving with silent motion as words danced at the bottom of the screen. He knew what it was about, his cold, yet distinguished features playing on the screen as other field reporters yelled questions at him, hoping for information on his 'client'. It made him scowl, how quickly it went almost instantly on air, but then again, news was called such for a reason and he didn't hate them for it. Just their pathetic method of collecting it.

"This room is restricted," he ignored her comment and pulled himself from her grasp, his hand brushing his sleeves to erase the wrinkles now on them. "What are you doing in here?"

"Well-I, you see--" light red stained the bridge of her nose and cheeks, her hand nervously rubbing the back of her neck and though he tried to glare daggers at her, he knew that it wasn't as cold as he would have liked it to be.

She lapsed into silence, her teeth chewing on her lower lip, her eyebrows scrunching close together as her mind no doubt raced to find an answer. He didn't tape his shoe on the tile this time, didn't curl his hand onto his hip like others would have and he wouldn't; those actions showed more emotion than he needed to bring across what he needed to say. Silently, he waited.

"I was just looking for a place to chill out," she decided, her eyes watching his almost curiously. "I mean, I hate being stuck in the children's ward and they all just kept screaming and running around and I mean normally I'm cool with it, but I guess I just needed some me time.."

Her words ran together as though she were trying to make them into one large statement. "And I'd been originally in the waiting room, you know, but the nurses wouldn't leave me alone so I saw this room on my way back to the children's ward and I thought 'it's empty, what the hell'.. I mean I wasn't noisy and I didn't mean to cause trouble--I'm sorry I'll go now---Just if a nurse comes looking for me, I wasn't here.."

"Why?" He had never been interested before when someone wanted to go on a rant, or in her case run out of the room screaming blood murder, but it slipped out of his mouth before he control the urge and tuck it away in the back of his head.

"Um--well," he saw the moisture build up in her eyes before she forced her gaze to her yellow plastered leg. "Technically I'm still a ward of the state until next month."

Ward of the state? She was underage? Where were her parents? Why wasn't the hospital staff keeping a closer eye on her? These were questions that zipped by in his mind, swirling and twisting demanding his immediate attention and an answer. He didn't want to know about her, didn't want to care that she looked like she was getting ready to cry in front of him. Why was he behaving differently than he always had? What made this slip of a girl suddenly important? Did his body know something that his mind was refusing to acknowledge?

"You two shouldn't be in here!" A gruff voice boomed making his ears ring and irritably he switched his gaze from the girl in front of him to the uniformed officer entering the room, the golden badge catching the light and trying to blind him. "This room is off limits, you need to leave."

"I will be doing no such thing," this was enough of wasting time, he had things to do and he was not going to be delayed any further. "I am Attorney Sesshomaru Takahara, I am representing my brother and Miss Higurashi."

The officer sputtered for a moment, his eyes wide and angry before jabbing his finger in the girl's direction like a second grader throwing a tantrum. "Well that might be so, but she is not permitted to be here."

"Agreed," Sesshomaru spoke coldly, his fingers around her bicep and pulling her close. "And I'll be taking her back to her room now. When I return I expect someone to be doing their job and stay outside the room."

Sesshomaru didn't wait for the officer's reply; instead, he carefully guided the underage girl from the room and down the hall towards the elevator. He couldn't begin to understand his motive or why he was actually taking this mere child back to the children's wad. None of the nursing staff, or doctors batted an eyelash as he slowly twisted and turned, his steps a few in front of his companions, yet not fast enough to trip her.

Safe behind the closed doors of the elevator he felt her relax, her shoulders dropping, the thin material of the hospital gown slipping down her arm. If he had been any less of a decent man, he could have easily seen down the front, exposing his eyes to the slight swell of her breasts: however she was nothing but a child so he refused himself a glance down.

"Rin," she spoke as the elevator dinged, her shoulders straightening and her hand clenching around the pole holding her IV, her head lifting just slightly.

The doors opened and easily she stepped out, blocking his exit. Her hand left the pole and met with the other, clasping together in front of her as she bowed; her hair touching her knees before she straightened herself, her light brown eyes staring at him almost mischievously. The look froze him in his spot, seemingly disarming him and yet he knew her eyes weren't reflecting true happiness that would have made them sparkle like diamonds as the doors closed engulfing him once again in silence.

"Rin," he let the name roll off his lips, critiquing the sound of it as tough he could efficiently analyze her from it.

He didn't like the new way the cogs in his brain worked as he drank the last half hour fully in. There was something about her he couldn't quite put his fingers on, something that screamed for more and he couldn't figure it out. She wasn't his type, that was for sure. She appeared fragile, emotional, and young. That, of course, was without registering that she obviously wasn't even an adult in the eyes of the court.

What exactly was his type, he wondered glaring angrily and coldly at anyone and everyone who tried to catch his gaze. He was no longer in the mood to think such thoughts and he went as far as to put them away, though they didn't stay gone for too long.

"Yo!" He heard his brother InuYasha call out, his amber eyes staring at him. "I saw you on the news last night."

"Of course," Sesshomaru said icily glaring at the officer who tried following him into the hospital room. "Privacy please, I must speak with my client."

The uniformed officer looked like a spitting cat as Sesshomaru shut the door in his face. If looks could kill, he thought to himself as he pulled a chair next to his brother's bed and seated himself. "I will not help you out of another mess like this InuYasha. Learn some control."

That darkened InuYasha's mood and he growled underneath his breath, a few choice words leaving his slightly parted lips. Sesshomaru didn't care, he would help his brother because it was what his father would have wanted; that and it would not help Sesshomaru's reputation if InuYasha, or his little girlfriend were arrested. Even if on false charges.

He doubted it would get that far though, even the state attorney general had agreed that it was self defense. There was nothing to question besides the excess force Kagome had used pulling the trigger to the gun which killed Naraku. One bullet was easy to explain, six was a little more complicated. All they were waiting on was Kagome's side and then the case could be properly closed; All the same, she too was making it a little more difficult to end this masquerade.

She was healthy, her bruises and fractures had healed, stitches removed, and yet she was in a self-induced coma. Leave it to a woman to hold up everything, he thought bitterly. It was her testimony that was dragging out everything and if things didn't chance the new detective assigned to the case might miraculously find something and try making it stick.

Sesshomaru wasn't going to let it happen, no crime had been committed besides Naraku's breaking the restraining order and for assaulting InuYasha with a deadly weapon. What he had to do was stay on his toes, Sesshomaru could not afford to let the detective snoop around. It was already known that Naraku had had some run ins with the law after the first time InuYasha had been hospitalized. Other detectives working to pin the illusive man with charges of assault, assault with a weapon, drug smuggling, and etcetera, and yet he was able to slip through the cracks. Sesshomaru had been observing since the initial beginning, taking notes, viewing files and after two months of searching it all disappeared before his eyes.

Papers went missing, affidavits, search warrants, and finally eventually the files were gone as well. A whole filing cabinet drawer that had been filled to the brim with paperwork, with investigative leads that other officers had put hours, months into and it disappeared like it was rain in Phoenix. He had been certain that Naraku had moles in the station, things could be stolen, people could be bribed and bought out and that was the case for this no doubt. Sesshomaru didn't bat an eyelash though, he had been sure to make clear copies and file them away for his own personal reasons and when the mole could be found, the files would be put back into place.

It was definitely too much work for merely one lawyer like himself; too much knowledge that he had been positive that no one wanted him to know. Nonetheless, Naraku couldn't have made Sesshomaru disappear as effectively as others could be. Sesshomaru knew his worth, knew how people watched him, their lingering gazes angry, in awe of his presence, or some other off handed emotion he failed to acknowledge himself. He had been untouchable.

"So who was the girl?" InuYasha asked curiously as Sesshomaru read over paperwork from the briefcase he had forgotten had been brought with him. "She looked cute, is she yours?"

Sesshomaru lazily looked up at his half brother, a cold irritated glare colored in his amber eyes, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow arching inquisitively. Leave it to his half brother to be stupid enough to think that his interest was with the tiny girl. InuYasha's loud laugh filled the room, his arms crossing over his chest as a cock grin spilled onto his face and Sesshomaru decided it was time to ignore his half brother.

Five minutes was all he seemed to be allotted for silence and it wasn't long until InuYasha shot curious questions his way. Sesshomaru was able to ignore them, pretending his attention was on the paperwork in his hands, his eyes slowly scanning the words without reading them. None of it was helping him concentrate on his work and it was work that he wanted to do most.

"Sooooo?" InuYasha dragged on throwing an ice cube at Sesshomaru, the melting cube leaving water on the paper. "What's her name?"

"Rin," Sesshomaru was tired now and he sighed heavily getting to his feet and tossing the unread documents. "I've had enough."

He really did too. He was exhausted from all the research and now it was beginning to show, his mask was slipping. Despite trying to keep his mind on one track it veered to the other and he stood at the window closest to InuYasha and pulled up the blinds, gazing down on everyone who came and left through the hospital walls. Why was he still thinking about Rin? What was the reasoning behind his temporary lapse of sanity? Behind this madness he was feeling.

"Sesshomaru are you okay?" InuYasha asked concerned.

"No," his fingers raked through his hair, his eyes closing briefly, tiredly, but before he could finish he felt the pulsating vibrations of the cell phone in his pocket. It was an excuse not to answer InuYasha and he nonchalantly dug into his pocket fishing out the contraption not caring who was calling him. "This is Sesshomaru."

"Of course it is, who else could it be," the silky voice purred on the other line and immediately he felt himself touch solid ground. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Kagura," Sesshomaru said her name emotionlessly, watching the way InuYasha rolled his eyes and made choking sounds. His sentiments exactly; however, at the moment she had a purpose to fill and he knew what she wanted.

"Come over," she purred again softer this time and he could imagine the way her fingers danced around her chin, slowly moving down her long neck touching, tracing and instead of her dark eyes he saw light brown and it sent a jolt to his abdomen.

"Later," he stared at a spot on the wall, more like glared, but it was all he could do to keep his voice even.

He heard her triumphant chuckle and he hung up, clenching the phone in his hand as he reached for his briefcase with the other. InuYasha's angry eyes watched him, the cocky grin gone and replaced with a distasted scowl. Sesshomaru didn't say goodbye, didn't offer any words to his brother as he walked out of the room and away from the hospital.

E/N: That's what I have so far. I was thinking about making it only two parts, like Face down; however, I think it might end up a full-fledge story, part of me doesn't want to try cutting it down. lol

I want to frown at and thank the few reviewers from Face down for their opinions. It upset me first that the ending wasn't as "real" as you wanted. My original plan had been to kill them both off. Grant it, the ending does leave you thinking, it was not a relatively happy ending. It was; however, the ending I decided fit best with the story. Your reviews made me peeved enough to get the energy I needed in order to put this story into words.

I will have the next part up for this once I get the chance to finish writing it. ALL reviews are appreciated.

Thanks.