"8, 9, 3"

Interlude I:

Katagi

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story except for the ones I made up! Go me! Woo. This also goes for the rest of my chapters as well so there got that over and done with.

A/N: Hey hey! How is everyone out there? Is it just me or does the whole Inu fanfic section need some wind put back into its sails? Nothing much is happening around here lately so here ya go with a new one people! Yay! If anyone knows something more on the subject that this fic is based on than me (I haven't known much but I'm working on reading more and more things. What can I say? organized crime of any country has a pull on me and is very interesting. If I weren't already an English major my ass would be a sociology major just so I could study this shit formally.) please feel free to share and share some more with me in reviews and such. It would be greatly appreciated. :-) So here we go and keep in mind that this is not going to be wholly historically accurate on the basis that…hey I had to put Inu characters in there instead of the real-life versions. ;-p

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It must be in the way they walk or how they dress because other than that you would never know they were among us. How else could you define a separatist society in the midst of an even larger and more global unit? These people were different from the mainstream even when they were first developed in the ancient days of our country. They appear so normal, yet are so different at the same time.

"We are a double-sided coin."

Something he would tell me when I questioned his motives with our people and others we encountered. He was my lover and future as well as someone whom no other would want to mess with. If you were his enemy you wrought yourself into a world of pain and misery that you hadn't known before, however, if you were me you received nothing but blinding affection and astronomical grace. Sure, he was someone who had a cold personality with an even harsher reputation to boot, but he was someone whose life meant something to me even though others would assuredly mark my claim. He was fierce and noble, kind and harsh, painful and intelligent. All these things could be used as an accurate account of whom he always will be.

If you were into the physical aspect he was nothing short of god-like grace and beauty rolled into one. Long silver hair always tied back with a black ribbon when attending school; loose and free when in the confines of our bedroom. Eyes the pitch of amber and gold with a hint of brown when you neared the center of his eye although he always denied this fact and vehemently told me they were the essence of the purity from the finest gold. Whatever. A strong face but smooth planed at the same time that was adorned from his demon heritage of a crescent moon on his forehead with stripes on his checks. Powerful arms and legs used to hunt down the unwilling and unruly who were sentenced to death by his father. A muscular but tall stature that just seemed to fit into his personality and gait. Any girl would want him for his looks, but his personality was a different aspect altogether.

As I have said harshness is a requirement for this man to walk upon Japanese pavement. Arrogance seemed to always be in the wake of his cold personality and often times made me roll my eyes constantly but also, at the same time, with a smile upon my face. However, his darker side could appear at a moments notice. His face would give him away when he needed to leave for 'business' and it would be scored with anger, but he would always answer the call no matter what was going on. It was a hassle sometimes to be with him but my love for that man never faltered even in the priority of his father needing him. When he was called away I would always smile, give him a soft kiss on the cheek and tell him to come back to me with all of his fingers. To this he would always give me a pointed look and a goodbye.

It never ceased to amaze me how he could always act so nonchalant about what he did for a living. Of course, again, his personality would come back into play at this point. He was a cold person yes, I won't deny that, but with me there was and would always be an exception. He loved me, I knew even though he never said it except for the one time when I think he thought I wasn't listening. I knew though and I made it a point to tell him when I deemed it appropriate. He never was one for the admission of love but he would certainly show it when he would take care to listen to what I said and what I would show interest in. He once bought me a ring with intentions that never came to be.

I never took advantage of the fact that he had millions of little dollar signs adorning his bank account. As a matter of fact I never wanted to touch the stuff and when he would offer me gifts I fervently declined them, but his smirk and talk about how he wanted me to have nice things would always turn me around. His actions proved more of his love for me than even the time he had spoken it aloud. Of course some of the members of the society didn't want him seeing me, though most of them had no admonitions about my personal status for the whole society Sesshomaru existed in was never wanting in a personal background; it always depended on the labor you could put out and the money you could make them and this was his greatest asset. He was wanted and his father was proud to head the company with his son to take control later in his life.

He didn't want to particularly take over for his father, but he was loyal to his family and that had made the decision for him. He even spoke these feelings to his father who dismissed him on the fact that it was, assuredly, his son's duty. So, Sesshomaru would relent and forget the subject for another day. I never pressured him to quit the business he was in even though my main concern was for him. Call me selfish, but I dealt with the fact of who he was a long time ago and I was not about to turn my back on him any time soon. I was in love with being loved by him that I didn't care who was in our way. He was a good son and his father was a nice man as well he just couldn't see past his own thoughts on what his son should be for if he did he would have seen the signs of what would come about years later. He respected his father and tried to show the older man that the business could go on with someone else, but even though Taisho would disagree with his son he also knew deep down that if I were there to support Sesshomaru, he would be just fine. He wanted his sons to be auspicious and not have to live impoverished like he did and I think that's why he pushed his eldest son so hard into the family trade; he feared his own sons' life fallout.

No matter the presence we were put in or how people would talk about me and Sesshomaru we never paid any attention. We went about our lives the way we wanted to live them except for the whole ' I need to go' aspect to our relationship we were just as normal as anyone else even though the society held us close to them and was, to an extent, accepting it in their own way. Society however, would not see us (him in particular but I was guilty by association) as normal for we had nothing to contribute to society but we had each other and love was what we wanted to keep for the rest of our lives.

My name is Rin Minamoto and I am a mafioso daughter. My boyfriend was a yakuza.

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A/N: So how is the first chapter? Are you intrigued yet? Well hell I hope you are because you should review it now! At the end of every chapter where I use terms you don't know I'll be sure to bold them and give you the best definition/explanation that I can alrighty? Ok review!

katagi- civilian or otherwise regular citizen of Japan

yakuza- of course it's the mafia society of Japan. A.K.A gakudo