InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fallen ❯ Fallen ( Chapter 1 )

A/N I really like song fics. I'm a musician and lyrics to songs that I love often inspire stories and they help guide and focus my thoughts and the plot. So on that note, this lil' fic is to Fallen by Sarah McLachlan with a Sesshomaru/Rin pairing, but not a romance. I don't do pedophilia.

 

“Heaven bent to take my hand

And lead me through the fire.

Be the long awaited answer

To a long and painful fight”

 

Sesshomaru glanced down at the child he had cradled in his tail, cuddled to his chest. He never thought this would ever happen. Rin had fallen ill, which was nothing new, but this time she was seriously sick and Sesshomaru was forced to acknowledge she needed help, more help than he could give her. He was headed towards the Bone Eaters well, in truth in hopes of finding Inuyasha's companion. If not her then the old priestess from the nearby village. There were closer human settlements but those two, he knew, would not harm Rin out of animosity for him.

 

“Truth be told I've tried my best

But somewhere along the way

I got caught up in all there was to offer

And the cost was so much more than I could pay”

 

Sesshomaru wasn't sure how it had come to this. He despised humans, they were vermin, and here he was seeking them out to help a human child. His human child. Why he didn't deposit Rin at the first village he came to after he saved he didn't know, but she was his now. His devotion to Rin's wellbeing both surprised and unsettled him. He didn't know why he tolerated her when she only slowed him down, smelled and now got sick, nor did he know why she followed him when she could leave at any time. Her abduction made it patently obvious to both of them that they preferred to stay together. Sesshomaru was only now beginning to grasp the magnitude of Rin's impact on his life.

 

“Though I've tried, I've fallen

I have sunk so low

I've messed up

Better I should know

So don't come around here

And tell me I told you so”

 

It disgusted him to admit he was becoming much like his brother, catering to the whims and needs of a human girl, though Rin was not nerely the pain that Kagome was. Just look at him, carrying Rin so she would be more comfortable. The girl had a sore throat, was hot to the touch and her breathing was labored. She had been riding Aun, and when she was too tired to sit up, she tied herself to the two headed animal and fell asleep on its back, trusting Aun to follow Sesshomaru. He only noticed her because of an odd clicking noise from her teeth that usually indicated she was very cold. So he unwrapped his long fluffy tail and made a sort of sling for her to sleep in, pressed close to the warmth of his chest.

 

“We all begin with good intent

When love was raw and young

We believe that we can change ourselves

The past can be undone

But we carry on our backs a burden

Time always reveals.

In the lonely light of morning

The wounds that will not heal

It's the bitter taste of losing everything I've held so dear”

 

The tensaiga had been humming softly to its master ever since Rin fell ill, but Sesshomaru had no idea what his fickle sword was trying to tell him. Why was this thing his? Why had his father made what so obviously seemed like a mistake? Sesshomaru was the more powerful son, why did Inuyasha get the tetsusaiga? He had a niggling feeling in the back of his head that his father was trying to teach him something from his grave. His father was way too deliberate for these gifts to be random. Tensaiga was meant for him. Sesshomaru had never felt so useless as he did now. A sword of healing. What was a killer supposed to do with a sword that would not kill? What purpose did his father have in training him to be strong then giving him a useless weapon?

 

Rin shifted in her makeshift sling and cracked open her eyes.

 

“Lord Sesshomaru, your sword is singing.”

 

“Yes, I know.”

 

“It wants to fix me.”

 

“I've fallen

I have sunk so low

I've messed up

Better I should know

So don't come around here

And tell me I told you so”

 

Could that be it? Did tensaiga want to heal Rin's illness? The implications were incredible. If tensaiga could heal disease as well as cheat death, it was indeed powerful. But not in his hand. He did not care for humans enough to worry about their wellbeing except for Rin. He was better suited at wiping out the scourge of the world and increasing his power. Leave the foolish rescuing to Inuyasha. That niggling feeling of a lesson came back.

 

“Heaven bent to take my hand

Nowhere left to turn

I've lost all those I thought were friends

To everyone I know.

Oh they turn their heads embarrassed

Pretend that they don't see

But it's one misstep and slip before you know it

And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed.”

 

Sesshomaru pulled out tensiaga and held the blade to Rin's throat. The sword was tugging at his hand, as though it itched to plunge into her.

 

“Why Tensaiga? What are you trying to tell me?”

 

Rin shifted against his chest and impaled her throat on Tensaiga's tip. The sword begand to glow and shudder as it contacted her infected flesh. She wrapped her tiny hands around the blade and held it to her, while it's magic worked in her sickened body.

 

When the glow subsided Rin pulled the sword tip out and cradled the blade in her arms. She nuzzled her cheek into the hollow of his chest. A puff of no longer fetid breath tickled his chin

 

“To care for me.” Rin's sleepy voice croaked

 

“Hmm?” Sesshomaru forgot what she was talking about.

 

“It wants you to take care of me. Tetsusaiga wants Inuyasha to be strong. You are already strong. You are supposed to take care of me.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because I'm not a demon.”

 

Sesshomaru raised his eyebrows waiting for her to continue her disjointed explanation, but she'd gone back to sleep. Because I'm not a demon? What did that mean? Of course she wasn't a demon, she was….

 

Oh

 

Out of the mouth of babes. Sesshomar thought back to when his father had the swords made. Inuyasha was just barely in his adolescence. Sesshomaru had been leading his fathers army for some time by then. Inuyasha was a weakling and Sesshomaru distained the whelps human mother. He distained all humans for that matter and never understood what his father had seen in the pitiful woman.

 

Was that the point his father was trying to make? He needed to learn to care for humans? Inuyasha needed to learn strength? Could it be as simple as that?

 

“Though I've tried I've fallen

I have sunk so low

I've messed up

Better I should know

So don't come round here

And tell me I told you so.”

 

What had Sesshomaru become in his father's eyes that it took him so long to see why he got tensaiga? And Rin saw the answer in a fevered sleep. Their father wanted them to become more alike. Sesshomaru was to learn Inuyasha's compassionate nature and Inuyasha was to learn Sesshomaru's cool strength. Though he didn't understand what exactly he was supposed to do, he supposed healing Rin was a good a start as any. How tensaiga would help him in battle he had yet to learn, but now that he understood, he could make a start.

 

Sesshomaru wrapped his one good arm around Rin and tucked her head under his chin. He had fallen so low in his quest for power. How he must have disappointed his father that he had to keep teaching from the grave. A child of mere seven was so wise.

 

“Thank you for fixing me Lord Sesshomaru”

 

“You're welcome Rin.”