Chapter 1: The Freeloader

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For every 200 people you meet everyday, two of them are ghosts. One would probably just brush it off. Well, that is if you don't believe in ghosts.

But have you also heard of the saying that out of 200 people you meet, one could be your soulmate? Your one in 7 billion? No?

Yes! And in that everyday encounter, you might even fall in love, a new relationship or spiritual journey - perhaps as yet unseen. An opportunity for joy, contentment, fertility, or enlightenment. Coming to understand the emotional needs of those around you. Everyday represent an unexpected message, a chance meeting, or the start of a friendship or romance.

Only, no one bothered to tell him that he'd meet 'the one' that morning. And certainly, no one gave him a heads up on what he'd be expecting. That out of the blue walk in the park could have just been a part of an ordinary day. But the universe had enough of his sully life and decided it was time for them to meet.

It wasn't anything romantic, really. He just happened to be the guy that helped her when she dropped her stuff. Cliche' right?

Is she moving houses? He thought to himself. She sure had a lot of stuff with her. One her child's body couldn't carry all.

She had been going back and forth with all these stuff. One minute she passed by him with several stacks of paperbacks. The next she had with her a vase and a pot with paint brushes of different sizes. The third time she had a bag pack on and she had been struggling with her hands on what seemed to be newly laundered clothes.

She looked funny. Quite cute, all right.

He thought she was just some highschool kid or some freshy from a nearby university because of her height and manner of moving about the place.

She was a welcomed distraction from the same old scenery infront of him.

He could feel a headache coming. After his meeting from across the street, he wanted to put off some steam.

He was leisurely taking a walk under the cool dark shade of the oak trees lining that side of the park near the exit, when the pesky lawyer, Jaken, called.

He decided to take a seat at one of the park benches. It was gonna be a long discussion he figured.

The lawyer's been blabbing nonsense again about legalities, rights, and what not. One he didn't give a damn about. They can have all their money, for all he cared.

She really did look pitiful didnt she? Well, she had enough money to hire home moving service, but she figured she could save the amount she'd pay for something else more important instead.

Besides, she didnt really have that much stuff with her. So she brought it upon herself to do the lifting.

And who would have thought it would warrant her a beautiful encounter with an equally beautiful stranger.

Dont talk to strangers. That was supposed to be the damn rule right? But she welcomed his help nonetheless.

He was a looker that's for sure. He's not only handsome but he had this sense of confidence and authority about him. He really seemed kind too.

What could he be possibly doing here dressed so formally like that?

It was ironic, really. A bachelor in a family park.

"You need help with anything else, miss?"  His voice cut through her thoughts.

"No, Im good. Thank you."

He doesnt look like the type, but he's probably here with family or perhaps with a little sister. She fondly thought. 

"You know mister, anyone would be glad to have an older brother like you." That and she went running before he could even say a word.

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**Please leave reviews/comments =) To my readers, this fanfic of Sesshomaru and Rin is dated and set on the modern world. Yeah, they are ordinary people, no supernatural powers, BUT their situation is similar to the original plot of Inuyasha.

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This chapter was intended to be short, though not this short. I had added up more details of their first meeting just now. I hope this one's better. Do continue reading the next chapters, as they are sure to pick your interest and imagination. Thank you so much! Enjoy ^_^

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