InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Eternity ❯ Chapter 6

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

 

The next few days were very awkward. Rin didn't see Sesshomaru often, she got the idea he went out a lot. They ate separately. When they did happen to cross paths in the house, she would blush, and he would look away. She wondered how long she would have to endure like this before she figured out a way to get to him.

 

One day, as she stared over the balcony at the incredible view of the valley below, she heard the sound of a throat being cleared. She turned around to find Momiji, an otter yokai who worked in the kitchens, holding a basket out to her. She shifted uncomfortably.

 

“Lord Sesshomaru is in the field to the north,” she said. “We're very busy, and were wondering if you could be troubled to take his lunch out to him?”

 

Rin smiled. Well, it was good to know the servants were on her side. “That I could,” she said happily and taking the basket.

 

Momiji patted her shoulder affectionately. “I packed something for you too,” she whispered conspiratorially.

 

Rin grinned at her, and made her way out of the house, heading for the north field. It was late spring, and it was full of flowers. She would often go out and pick them, a habit she only rarely indulged in lately. It wasn't hard to find him, he was sitting on top of a boulder, studying some distant detail.

 

Sesshomaru came out here when he needed to escape that house. Her smell seemed to be everywhere, and to clear his head he sometimes needed to escape it. He couldn't bring himself to leave as he had before. Having her presence near was somehow soothing, despite the pain it caused him. When had he become such a masochist, he wondered? The winds shifted, and he could hear her coming through the wildflowers behind him.

 

“Brought you your lunch!” she said cheerily, trying to ignore the awkwardness. She opened the basket, and took out the first box, which smelled odd to her nose. She handed it to a silent Sesshomaru. Rin had learned long ago that Sesshomaru did not eat human food, but didn't like to think about what it was that he did eat. She pulled out a second box, and found a blanket beneath. She spread the blanket out on a patch of grass and sat on it, opening her box to find fish, rice, and some spring onions. She began to eat, thinking about the first time she had met Sesshomaru, and brought him food.

 

Sesshomaru stared at the food she had brought him, and picked at it sparingly. He tried desperately to think about anything but her. He hoped she would finish her food and leave soon. To his dismay, when she had finished, she simply stretched out on the blanket. Perhaps she was waiting for him to finish? He closed the box, and handed it back to her. She simply put it in the basket with hers, and remained where she was. He sighed.

 

Rin studied Sesshomaru's profile. When she was a child, she had managed to discern the tiniest changes in his expression, and figure out what they meant. What she saw on his face now was both familiar and disappointing.

 

“You're thinking about Kagura, aren't you?” she asked sullenly.

 

Rin had guessed straight on. He had been thinking about the dead woman quite a lot in the last week, both as a distraction from thinking about Rin and as a reminder of why he couldn't have her. “And what if I am?” he asked coolly.

 

Rin bit her lip. He was right. What right did she have to decide what he should and shouldn't think? Maybe she should leave.

 

No, she thought, I'm tired of this.

 

“Why do you think about her so much, anyway?” she said, irritation creeping into her voice. “She's been dead for ages, and you never showed that much interest in her when she was alive, anyway!”

 

Sesshomaru did not respond except to turn away from her. That's it! She thought, and she stood, storming into his line of sight. He still would not look at her.

 

“Why do you have to pine after her?! I am right here!” she stormed towards him, until she was dangerously close. She dropped her voice. “You want me. I know you want me. What is wrong with me?? What did she have that I don't??? I am sick of living up to a dead woman!!”

 

He looked at her finally, narrowing his eyes. Good, she had struck something.

 

“It's not like that,” he said dangerously.

 

She stepped away from him. “Oh, is it? And how am I supposed to know that? You don't tell me anything!! Hell, you didn't even tell me about Tenseiga until a few days ago! Were you just going to neglect telling me and leave me to wonder why there are so many strange things about me?? You're never going to tell me anything are you?!”

 

Sesshomaru made a disgusted sound and got off the rock, running a hand through his bangs. “You don't understand.”

 

“Of course I don't understand,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. “You've left me completely in the dark, Sesshomaru. How am I supposed to understand anything?”

 

Great, now she was crying. “I'm just trying to protect you!” he said, a little desperation creeping into his voice.

 

“Protect me from what?!” she demanded.

 

He took hold of her shoulders, frustrated. “Don't you get it? Every woman who has ever loved me, who I have shown even the slightest interest in… Sara, Kagura, others… Every last one of them has died, Rin!! They died! And I can't stand to lose you again. Not for anything.”

 

Rin stared at him silently for a moment, dumbstruck. And then she started to laugh; quietly, at first, and then louder, until she was nearly doubled over with it.

 

“Do not mock me!” Sesshomaru said, sounding more hurt than she had ever heard him.

 

“It's not that…” she calmed quickly, wiping tears from her eyes. “It's just… Sesshomaru-sama… I … I can't die!”

 

Now it was his turn to stare. “How? How do you know this?” he demanded.

 

She was calm now. “I tried to kill myself.”

 

His eyes went wide. “When?”

 

She rubbed her arm absently, a little ashamed of her foolishness. “When I was 16. I thought you didn't want to be around me anymore. Hare Kari,” she explained, touching her neck. “I didn't even bleed. But then I cut my finger, and it bled. And hurt.”

 

Sesshomaru stared at her, dumbstruck.

 

“Don't you get it? You want me to stop aging, and so I do. Wouldn't it make sense then that if you didn't want me to die, I wouldn't? Could someone whose soul isn't in their body even die to begin with?” she asked.

 

“You mean… that you're immortal?” he asked, hoping against hope that it was true.

 

Rin shrugged. “Kagome says so. She seems to have some reason to know.”

 

Sesshomaru stared at her a moment longer, and then she was in his arms, her form nearly crushed against his. “Thank the gods…” he murmured.

 

“Oh, Sesshomaru-sama” she murmured against his shirt. “I love you.”

 

“You mean everything to me, Rin. I was so worried… I didn't know how much longer I could hold out, and I don't know what I would without you.”

 

Rin giggled. “Well, you don't have to worry about that now, do you?” She smiled, and then looked a little puzzled. “Am I really that attractive?”

 

He kissed her in response, and the kiss quickly turned intense. They at last pulled away, catching their breath.

 

“Perhaps we should return to the house…” Rin suggested.

 

Sesshomaru's eyebrows shot up, and he glanced at the blanket. “Why wait that long?” he asked teasingly.

 

She blushed, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Koishii,” she said softly, trying on the affectionate, “we have an eternity.”

 

He allowed himself a smile, unable to hide the joy he felt in his heart. “That we do.”

 

They packed up the blanket and walked back to the house, hand in hand. When they came in sight of the front door, a servant darted inside. Soon after, the sound of distant cheering came from the vicinity of the kitchens.

 

“What is that all about?” he asked.

 

Rin smiled. “I had help.” She lifted up the basket, indicating that it wasn't her idea.

 

Sesshomaru snorted delicately. “Some loyalty. My own servants, plotting against me.”

 

Rin giggled. Sesshomaru's eyes suddenly shot open. “They didn't…”

 

She blushed, catching his drift. “No, that was my own plan.” She paused a moment. “But your brother's suggestion that I act rather than speak to you about it.”

 

Sesshomaru shook his head. “That little hanyou bastard. Should have known.”

 

When they got to the house, there wasn't a servant in sight. They took their shoes off quickly, ignoring the slippers. Rin set the basket by the door, and followed Sesshomaru to his room in a sort of trance. When they opened the door, there was a large privacy screen a few feet away from them, blocking the view of the room. They stepped inside, and Sesshomaru closed the door, latching it. Once Rin walked around the screen, she gasped. The window had been closed, and sweet incense burned in the corner. They had found a larger futon somewhere, made for two people, and there next to Sesshomaru's head rest was hers. Next to the bed was a small table, which held a little bowl of oil being warmed over a candle. Flower petals were strewn all over the floor.

 

“Hn.” Sesshomaru said appreciatively as he came around the screen. “It would appear they have thought of everything.” The servants had definitely redeemed themselves in his mind.

 

Rin blushed profusely, and Sesshomaru struggled not to smile about it. He took her hand and kissed it. He then led her to stand beside the bed. He kissed her softly, and she sighed contentedly. It seemed so surreal to him, that after so long she was finally not forbidden to him. He stopped kissing her, and gently convinced her to turn her back to him.

 

Rin bit her lip as Sesshomaru carefully undid her obi. He admired it fondly, realizing that she would have to change it. The message had not been lost on him all these years. He untied it anyway, hearing her small intake of breath.

 

“You are nervous,” he observed, his keen sense of smell making it obvious.

 

Rin smiled. “A little…”

 

Sesshomaru began to unwind the obi, affording him the opportunity to whisper in her ear. “You were not nervous last week…” he murmured.

 

She blushed profusely, and he enjoyed the way it made her scent headier. “I was desperate!” she said.

 

He chuckled. He would just have to make her desperate again. He carefully laid the obi aside, and she turned around to face him, still nervous. The look in his eyes gave her confidence, though. He still wanted her just as badly. He slid the kimono she wore off her shoulders slowly, not letting it drop on the floor. He laid it near the obi, and then he walked onto the bed, encouraging her to kneel next to him, facing the opposite direction. Rin was confused for a moment, and then realized it made kissing him much easier. She did so, and Sesshomaru almost chuckled at her eagerness.

 

She wound her fingers in his hair, years of pent-up longing rushing out. Sesshomaru responded fully, and with a skill that surprised her, silently reminding her that she was dealing with no inexperienced young boy. Clearly, he knew what he was doing. He moved his mouth against hers hungrily, demanding, and Rin felt herself collapsing beneath it, blissfully. When she felt as if she would suffocate, she pulled back, but Sesshomaru did not stop. Instead he kissed her jaw and neck, tasting her skin and making her shiver.

 

“Sesshomaru-sama…” she murmured, her eyelids heavy with passion. She gasped a little, though, as he placed a hand on each shoulder and deftly opened her yokata, much in the same way she had worn it when she had attempted—and nearly succeeded—to seduce him. Her head swam, and she felt faint and yet grounded, her body making it very clear exactly what it wanted. He stopped kissing her though, and she tried to kiss him instead.

 

“Wait…” Sesshomaru pressed a few fingers to her eager lips. “Let me look at you…”

 

She smiled and blushed a little, making her image perfect. I will choose now, he thought, before I can't think clearly. He studied the curve of her neck and shoulder, ivory flowing like a river of soft muscles. Where would be the best place to leave his mark? His father's had been hidden far onto his mother's shoulder, and he had only rarely seen it. His brother, probably too hasty to think about it beforehand, had left his in an obvious place, high on Kagome's neck and a ways behind her ear. Her hair hid it mostly, but it was occasionally a point of embarrassment for her, especially when she ran into yokai who knew what it meant.

 

He somehow doubted Rin would be embarrassed, but still. He should choose a place where she could cover it, if needed, but show it off if she wished. There, he thought, and brushed a few fingers on the spot just where her neck and shoulder joined. It would be mostly covered by a modest kimono, but easy to see if one knew what to look for.

 

His decision made, he let his fingers trail downwards a little, but Rin caught his hand before he could untie her yokata. “Now that's not fair,” she said coyly. “You've still got everything on…”

 

Sesshomaru smirked, and obligingly let Rin do the work. She kissed his neck, shyly at first, and worked her way down, sliding the silk shirt off of the cotton yokata-shirt. She was about to work the same magic on the cotton when she paused, picking something up.

 

“What is this?” she turned the thin strip of material over in her hands, it looked familiar. When Sesshomaru did not answer she looked up. She blinked; surely her eyes were mistaken, but was that the tiniest hint of a blush on the great lord of the west's implacable visage?

 

He cleared his throat. “It's the tie… from your yokata… from last week…” he looked away from her, a hand absently running through his hair.

 

Rin stared at him a moment longer, blinking, and then grinned. She had never imagined he was such a romantic. She laughed, clear and kind, and then threw her arms about his neck, catching him off balance and surprised. They fell to the bed in a flood of kisses, and Sesshomaru chuckled a little as well. The kisses slowly melted from playful to sensuous, slow and perfect. She slid her hands under his yokata shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down. At last she broke the kiss, pulling back to look, blushing a little. He gazed into Rin's eager face, and tenderly brushed a few fingers against her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his hand, sighing. “I love you Sesshomaru…” she said dreamily.

 

He smiled, fingering one of the pins in her hair. After a moment, he kissed her a few times before drawing away again. He carefully pulled one pin from her hair, and then the other, laying them aside. He then slowly pulled out the comb, watching as her hair fell from its confines, pooling about her bare shoulders and falling around his face like a curtain. He kissed her again, his hand cupping her cheek, and sliding back to wind his fingers in her loosened hair. She moaned a little, and the suddenly Rin found herself on her back, Sesshomaru kissing her vigorously.

 

He stopped after a moment, and shrugged his yokata shirt the rest of the way off, propping himself on an elbow next to her. She lay there, uncertain, her cheeks flushed and her lips full from kissing. Sesshomaru finally untied her yokata, pushing the fabric aside slowly, watching hungrily as she shivered. She pulled her arms from the sleeves, and reached up to wind her arms about his neck. He obliged, groaning as their skin made contact. She was so soft, so perfect, and Kami he loved the way she smelled. He buried his face in her neck, breathing deeply and kissing the spot he had chosen. He wanted her now, they were so close….

 

“Sesshomaru…” she murmured sweetly, and a cautious hand traveled down to his hakama, fumbling with the tie. He smiled against her skin, and kissed down her shoulder and lower, stopping only for a moment to push off the offending article of clothing before returning to his attentions. His hand returned to cup her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple to attention as he slowly kissed around the other. Rin mewled, and reflexively arched against him, her fingers winding in his hair. He continued to nibble and lick as his hand slid slowly down her stomach to slide her undergarment off her hips, and she distractedly kicked them the rest of the way off.

 

“Rin…” he whispered as he kissed back up her neck. She was breathing quickly, her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes shut.

 

“Sesshomaru…” she moaned “Oh, please…” cautiously, she tilted her hips down a little, dangerously close. He smiled. He couldn't help it, she wanted him so bad, and that pleased him very much. He kissed her slowly, sensuously for a moment, and then whispered in her ear.

 

“Promise you'll stay with me,” he crooned in her ear.

 

“Oh, yes, of course…” she begged.

 

“That you won't go to any other man.”

 

She shook her head. “Never, I would never.”

 

“That you'll give me whatever I want.”

 

“Anything. Everything. Please…” she was desperate.

 

He paused a moment more, savoring it. Rin kissed his neck, and then his ear, and as she whispered her soft lips brushed against it. “Sesshomaru,” she said slowly, “Do you want me?”

 

Sesshomaru closed his eyes. “Yes…” at last he gave way to his own torture and moved forward, pressing into her slick warmth, groaning. She gasped, and arched hard against his form, her fingernails digging harmlessly into his back. At the same moment, he closed his mouth around the place he had chosen, and sunk his teeth into her flesh. She cried out at that, but it was not entirely in pain. He tasted her blood, hot and salty, and drew back. He licked the wound languorously, a smirk plastered to his face. He kissed up her neck, and then leaned his forehead against hers.

 

“You are mine now.” He said simply, loving the sound of it. Rin simply closed her eyes and smiled. Slowly, he began to move within her, eliciting a sweet moan from her lips. He kissed her, held her, claimed her, loved her with everything he had.

 

At some point, Rin had stopped thinking the word yes repeatedly and stopped thinking altogether. She was lost to Sesshomaru, to the things he was doing to her, to the way he made her feel. The book Kagome had given her had made it all so cut and dry, and this was beyond anything she could have imagined. She felt as if she was spiraling upward, and the farther she went the more she felt as if she would die, but she could hardly care it felt so good.

 

Sesshomaru began to move faster, drawing closer himself. It surprised him how well she pleased him, inexperienced as she was. She brought to it an innocence, and an earnestness that was somehow very alluring. When she begged for more, it was no ploy to spur him on, she wanted more. And beg she did, feeding his ego and his appetite, and he, of course, obliged. At last he felt he could wait no longer.

 

“Rin…” he whispered hoarsely. “Oh, Kami, Rin…”

 

“Sesshomaru…” she mewled, and then suddenly she went still, her eyes widening. “Oh!” she cried, as if surprised, and she threw her head back as she arched hard enough against him to lift her back off the bed. “Oh, Sesshomaru!!”

 

Sesshomaru swore affectionately as she tightened around him forcefully, sending him over the edge. He pushed deep into her, his hand pressing the small of her back, and spilled. He collapsed against her, and he could feel her heart fluttering in her chest like a frightened bird. She convulsed a moment longer, clinging to him tightly, gasping for air.

 

“Kami, Sesshomaru…” she whispered, and giggled. She had never sworn before.

 

He smiled a little, and repeatedly kissed the wound on her neck. After a little while, he carefully withdrew from her, and lay on his side beside her. She curled up next to him, and he discreetly removed her bloodstained yokata from the bed. He would have to have the back cut out, and keep it somewhere special….

 

Rin sighed deeply. At last, she thought. Finally, she was exactly where she belonged. She fingered the cut on her shoulder, smiling. She had seen Kagome's, and even though no one had explained, she had guessed correctly. She would treasure this little scar forever. She could hardly believe she finally belonged to him, and reveled over it. Strange, she had always been independent, but it just felt right. She sighed again, and wrapped an arm around Sesshomaru.

 

Sesshomaru pensively kissed the top of her head. The words that lingered in his mind seemed too much and too little, and yet he knew he should say them. And so he would say them, just this once, maybe. Maybe. “I love you,” he whispered.

 

Rin froze for a moment. Had he just said that? She had always known that it was true, but she had never expected him to say it. She smiled, and appreciated it all the more. “I love you too, Sesshomaru.”

 

He smiled a little, and played with a lock of hair that was draped across her neck. “Sleep, my love,” he murmured, and kissed her lips once.

 

She nodded, and snuggled against him a little before drifting off.

 

 

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A/N:

 

YAY!!!!! I finally wrote it!!! And, if I may say so, I am quite proud of it. Huge thanks to my hubby for helping me. (Now, ladies, don't I have a fantastic husband who helps me with my lemon?? ^.^) And thanks to Barry Manilow for the second half of “Could it be Magic.” Man, that song was a lifesaver for inspiration!

 

Well, I don't know when I'll get any more up, but at least I got this out finally! As always, I love to hear from you guys. Tell me what you think!!!