InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Mother For Rin ❯ Just a mistake? ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

“Inuyasha,” Kagome called softly in the inky blackness of the night.

The hanyou looked down from the branch of the tree he was perched in high above Kagome’s head. She looked up at him from where she lay on her sleeping bag and saw his white puppy ears glowing in the moonlight swivel to catch her words and the sounds around him.

“Do you think there’s a purpose to everything?” she asked keeping her voice low, the others wouldn’t be able to hear her but she knew that Inuyasha would hear her as though he were lying next to her.

“Like what?” he asked keeping his own voice low as well.

“…I’ve been wondering about Rin…I mean here’s your brother who self proclaims that he hates humans and yet he takes care of Rin who is most definitely human…do you think she has purpose with him?” she looked up to see his golden eyes glowing at her in the darkness, the vision a comfort to her but a fright to any others.

“I don’t know…never thought about it really…what kind of purpose do you think she has?” he asked as he watched her sit up and carefully place Shippou on her pillow as she moved to lean against the trunk of the tree.

There was a gentle whooshing sound and a soft fluttering of the dried leaves on the ground, the only movement or sound to attest to the actions of Inuyasha hopping down from his perch only to reclaim it with Kagome in his arms. She leaned back against him as they sat in the tree together.

“I don’t know,” Kagome said after a long moment. “He just…Sesshoumaru he…he doesn’t seem as cold anymore. Not to say that he still isn’t but…kind of like in the beginning when it was just us. Remember? You were all brash and harsh, you still are but now not as much, like it’s mostly for show…” her voice trailed off as she lost herself in her thoughts.

“Wench did you just compare me to my brother?” he asked a little gruffly though he kept his voice soft.

“Well you two are brothers, who better to compare one to than the other?” a lock of his silver hair fell over her shoulder and she began to toy with it, twisting the hair in fingers and brushing her fingers over the ends.

“I don’t know you could compare the bastard to Naraku,” he scoffed and received an elbow to his middle for the comment.

“Sesshoumaru is nothing like Naraku!” She defended vehemently while keeping her voice low. “Naraku cares about nothing but gaining power and shedding blood and chaos! Sesshoumaru cares Inuyasha, whether you want to believe it or not, I know he does,” she growled.

She’d never told anyone about the night that Sesshoumaru had come to her, had asked her to watch over Rin while the girl slept. He had reclaimed the child well before dawn and Kagome had not asked any questions but she had noticed a cut on his good arm and knew that whatever had happened he had wanted Rin safe and away from it. It was two weeks later from that night that Kagome had restored his arm, unintentional though it was.

“Right and pigs fly!” Inuyasha growled back.

Kagome sighed sadly and shook her head as she continued to toy with his hair.

“Why is it so hard for you to believe that he might actually care?” she asked without looking up from the silver strands in her fingers.

“He hates me Kagome, wants me dead, and you just want to see the good in him. You’re blind,” he huffed as he tried to ignore the strange questions floating through his mind. The questions that were spoken by the voice of a child that never quite understood why he couldn’t stay with his brother.

I don’t think that’s true, she thought but didn’t voice her thoughts. If you knew how many times he’s asked me to watch over Rin, and asked of you. You two just don’t see how alike you are.

“Sometimes Inuyasha…sometimes I think you’re blinded by the past…” her voice trailed off as she sank into a dreamless slumber.

Inuyasha looked down at the girl in his arms as he thought over her words blinded by the past, how could anyone be blinded by the past.

The group had been traveling for the past week and was on the outskirts of his home lands - the Western Lands. There was rumor of a youkai who held five shards in this place. He dreaded entering the Western Lands, even though he knew it was necessary.

To Inuyasha the Western Lands, his father’s castle, it always seemed to mock him. It was as though the lands themselves were laughing at him and telling the hanyou that he had no place there, that he was a mistake. ‘You weren’t meant to be born’ the air seemed to whisper at him, ‘don’t you see hanyou…no youkai and certainly no taiyoukai would ever have taken a human as a mate. You weren’t meant to be. That’s why you were thrown out, that’s why your brother hates you, and that’s why you must fight to live. A hanyou, most - nearly all - are killed at birth. You would have been too had anyone known before you were too old. That’s why everyone wants you dead…a mistake.’

A mistake, Inuyasha thought. Is that really all that I am? Just a mistake?