InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Eternity ❯ Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha, or any characters from that show. So sad.

 

 

Rin finished messing with her hair, admiring the way the new hair ornament Sesshomaru had gotten for her went with her kimono. Yesterday was her twentieth birthday, (Assuming she had turned 7 the day Sesshomaru revived her) and he had given her several things. At this rate, she thought, I'll have more kimonos and accessories than the empress. She sighed. Things were good between her and Sesshomaru; he certainly wasn't as stiff and uncomfortable around her as he had been, but still.

 

He still hadn't done anything.

 

Rin silently wondered how long Kagome's methods were going to take. Or if they were going to work. Rin studied herself in the mirror, thinking about her friends. Kagome was with InuYasha now, and twice as happy as ever. Sango had two little boys of her own, and was just getting her first wrinkles. I wonder when I'll get wrinkles… Rin thought. Would Sesshomaru still find her attractive? Would he even do anything before that happened???

 

Suddenly Rin realized something strange. For the past three years, she had looked exactly the same. Of course, she had always looked like her, but the resemblance was uncanny. All the humans she knew, and even InuYasha to some extent, changed from year to year. Looking in her mirror, she might have been looking at her 17-year-old self. She set the mirror down carefully, her hands shaking. If she wasn't getting older, how was she supposed to become old enough for Sesshomaru? What the hell was going on? Frustrated, she threw a box of hair pins across the room. She stood up quickly, and took off for Sesshomaru's study. When she reached the door, she threw it back, nearly knocking it out of it's frame.

 

“Why don't I get any older?” She yelled.

 

Sesshomaru looked up from the border report he was reading at the furious Rin. She had done herself up with yesterday's presents, and had even rouged her lips a little. That was a luxury he had torturously afforded her last year. Now, fired up about something as she was, she looked absolutely… stunning.

 

He blinked. She had asked him something. “What?” he asked, setting the scroll down.

 

“Look at me!” she yelled.

 

How could he not? He wondered sardonically.

 

“I look the same as I did when I was 17! I am asking you why that is!”

 

Sesshomaru pretended to rearrange the papers on his table so he could look away from her. He had wondered that himself, why suddenly, when he had wished that she stop getting older, that she stay at her full perfect bloom, she just had.

 

“Would you like to become old and gray?” He asked in response.

 

Rin stopped suddenly, calming. Would she? “Well… no… I don't suppose so.”

 

“Would you like to look any older?” he continued.

 

Rin shrugged. “Maybe. Just a little. It's just… you still haven't answered my question!” Rin realized that Sesshomaru had just used his famous conversation-diverting skills.

 

Sesshomaru sighed and stood up from the table. He had been avoiding this day. He walked over to the stand he placed Tenseiga in when he was writing. “You remember hell?” he asked quietly.

 

Rin shuddered. “Yeah… sorta…”

 

Sesshomaru brushed a hand against the sword before picking it up and unsheathing it. He walked to her, holding out the blade. She took it, staring at it.

 

“When I defeated the Master of Hell I was given your soul. To preserve it so we could escape, I placed it in this sword. Your soul is here, Rin.” He placed a few fingers on the blade, and she felt a strange sense of connection to him. “It would appear that somehow I have some control over your physical being. It was I who wished you to no longer age.”

 

Rin frowned, her fingers tightening around the unsharpened Tenseiga. “Then you mean to keep me a child forever??” she demanded.

 

He dared to look into her eyes. “You are not a child. You do not look like a child. Go to your room, and look at yourself; truly look at yourself. You have not been a child for some time.” He gently pried Tenseiga from her fingers. “Go. I have work to do.”

 

Rin walked slowly back to her room. So her soul was in Tenseiga. That made a lot of things make sense. Like why she couldn't die. Her soul wasn't in her body, and Sesshomaru didn't want her to die. But if she looked this way because Sesshomaru wanted her to… then that meant she looked exactly the way Sesshomaru liked. He must think she was beautiful if he didn't want her to change even a little bit. She smiled slyly, but then it softened. Sesshomaru owned her soul, she thought. In at least one way, she was already his.

 

She went into her room, and closed the door. She latched it shut, something she never did. She then walked to her dresser, carefully taking all of the ornaments out of her hair, letting it down. She then carefully untied her obi and slipped of her kimonos, setting them aside. Lastly, she removed her under-yokata and personal clothes, as if she were going to take a bath. She then picked up her mirror, held it at arm's length, and looked at herself. Really looked.

 

He was right.

 

Where once there had been a child's body, there was now a woman's. Curved and shapely and perfect. Kagome had explained it all away, saying that the changes she was going through were part of becoming a woman. But now, she realized, she was not becoming a woman, she was a woman.

 

And so she would do something about it.

 

***

 

Years ago, when Kagome had suggested that she play hard-to-get, Rin had secretly asked InuYasha whether he thought it would work, guessing he would know his brother better.

 

He had thought about it a moment, and for a while it seemed he would not say anything. When at last he spoke, he suggested that she at least try it.

 

“However, if that doesn't work…” he said warily. “My brother isn't much for words. He is a man of action, and I think that action may affect him more than words ever could.”

 

She had stored that information away. Now she would use it.

 

That night, by a single oil lamp, she prepared herself. She adjusted the neckline of her yokata once more, so that it lay just so, showing her curves in a way she was sure he had never seen. She did up her hair loosely, with a single pin, and she imagined him taking it out, her hair cascading around them, mingling with his silver. She went to rouge herself, but chose not to. She was already flushed, and that would look too suspicious. She blew out the oil lamp, and stood to go.

 

It seemed an eternity before she reached Sesshomaru's room, the room where she used to sleep. If things went well, she mused, she would be sleeping there again. She carefully slid the door open, not surprised to find him already awake and sitting up.

 

“I had a nightmare…” she lied calmly.

 

Sesshomaru stared at the vision from his dreams. She smelled neither of tears nor of fear. What she smelled of was much, much more dangerous. What was she doing, wearing her yokata like that?

 

When Sesshomaru said nothing but merely stared, Rin walked in, closing the door behind her. She walked to his bed, knelt down, and slid in next to him. Sesshomaru knew he was awake, but he tried to convince himself this was a dream, just a dream as he put his arm around her comfortingly. She played along with her own little game for only a few moments. Once she was comfortable, she began to slowly slide her hand along his bare chest, to his neck and up along the side of his face, tracing his markings.

 

Something inside Sesshomaru gave way. This was not the young girl he had found himself strangely and disturbingly attracted to. This was not that skinny form that lay next to him, in his bed touching his body, but a woman, that much was obvious. He couldn't help but stare, his perfect eyesight affording him every detail in the dark. And she wanted him. Everything about her screamed it, the way she dressed, the way she looked at him, the way she touched him, the way she smelled—Kami she smelled so good he thought he would die. And he wanted her. He had wanted her so badly for so long. He would give up his power, his land, anything to have her.

 

He caught her hand, making her gasp, and pressed her wrist against his lips softly, as if that would be enough. With that, it was as if something within him broke. He leaned over her, kissing her passionately, his fingers winding in her hair, his other hand pressing her to him hard. She cried out a little in surprise, and the sound sent a thrill through him. His heart thudded in his chest, she was his, his, his, and to hell with the consequences. He kissed down her neck, enraptured with the moan that elicited from her. He went lower, finding the tie of her yokata and pulling it away, parting the fabric to expose her to his attentions. The feel of her skin against his, her form in his hands was intoxicating. The sounds she made were like perfect music to his ears. Kami, it was worth it, worth anything, to do what they both wanted.

 

Is it worth losing her? A cruel part of his mind asked.

 

Sesshomaru made a choked sound, and quickly pulled himself away from her, turning away, trying to make the rush in his head stop. What was he doing??? He was so damn stupid. How could he have forgotten? He buried his face in his hands.

 

Rin was silent for a few moments, the shock of it not completely real yet. “Sesshomaru-sama…?” she said quietly, and he could hear her moving, and tried so, so hard not to think about the way she looked with her yokata untied. She knelt behind him, her hands on his shoulders. She leaned forward to hug him, and her breasts pressed against his bare back sending another of surge of desire through him.

 

“Are you alright?” she asked, nothing but concern in her voice.

 

Sesshomaru fought it desperately, loosing ground fast. It had to be that. It had always been her innocence, her damn innocence that had made her so tempting….

 

He snapped. She was on her back before she could even blink, his body covering the length of hers, his mouth on hers hard. He kissed her fiercely, hungrily, his hands claming her body vigorously. She cried out again as he tilted his hips into hers forcefully, the few layers of fabric between them not enough to hide his intentions. He tore his lips from hers, wanting to see her face, the way she responded to him.

 

She was scared. It stirred something primal in him, and he almost continued anyway. But it also woke him up. This time he stood, walking away from the bed with long strides. She was so shocked she couldn't speak. There was a minute of silence.

 

“Go back to your room,” he commanded quietly but firmly, his voice sounding detestably father-like to her.

 

“Sesshomaru-sama… please…” she begged not to be rejected.

 

“No!” he said fiercely. “Do not ask this of me!” He turned his back to her, unable to look at her any longer. “Go!” he pointed to the door.

 

He commanded, and she obeyed. Clutching her yokata closed, she ran from the room, leaving the door open in her haste.

 

Sesshomaru collapsed to one knee, releasing a breath he didn't know he had been holding. The whole scene ran through his head again and again, and his heart sunk lower with each memory. His damn eagerness had almost cost him the one thing of value in his life. He stood at last, closing the door. He stumbled back to his bed, falling onto it. Instantly, he realized that the whole of his bed smelled of her, of her arousal, and his. His hand clutched on to something reflexively, and he looked to see that it was the tie from her yokata. He sighed heavily, and pressed the thin strip of material to his lips. He then buried his face in the futon, drinking every ounce of her scent in. He may not be able to have her, but that didn't mean he couldn't think about it. If this torture was all he could have, he would enjoy every painful, exquisite second of it.

 

It wasn't like he could sleep now anyway.

 

***

 

Rin retraced her steps through the house, calming as she went. She entered her room, closing the door behind her this time. Slowly, she sat on her bed. Her body still burned where he had touched her, and her lips felt oddly swollen. She put a hand to them, thinking.

 

My first kiss….

 

Something told her she should be sobbing now, terribly upset about his rejection. But somehow, she was oddly calm. Slowly, realization washed over her. He wanted her. He really did. Rather badly, if what had just happened meant anything. There was just something in the way, something he thought. It wasn't her that was the problem. If only she could figure out what it was….

 

 

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AN:

 

*Squeeeeeeeeeee!* Ok… so that was like my best lemony-freshness ever!!! I'm so proud of myself. Problem is, I'm having trouble living up to my own standards. So, I'm kinda stuck on the next chapter until the lemon fairy comes to visit my brain again.

 

That's all I have for now, I'll post again as soon as I get the next chapter finished. Hope to hear from someone in that time…. (I just realized I've been addressing a fan base that doesn't exist yet… boy am I crazy.) Comments, as always, are greatly appreciated.