InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Getting to know you ❯ Chapter Seventeen ( Chapter 18 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.04.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 510 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.04.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 510 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, never will, but a girl can dream.
Warnings: Angst, OOCNESS (well not really cuz the characters act differently because I'm warped), and some other things that I forget.
I feel really bad for not updating for so long and I don't really have any excuses, but please bare with me. College bites... Hope you enjoy and please excuse some of the spelling and grammar mistakes. I'll be editing this later because I figured you'd had a long enough wait..
Getting to Know You
By Miztikal-Dragon
Chapter Seventeen:
She could barely move an inch by morning and the following day Rin had a slight soreness between her thighs. Sesshomaru had been rough with her and though she didn’t mind, she wished that he would have stayed with her. Ebony hair fell over her face as she sat staring at the window of her bedchambers, the gentle breeze bringing release from the heat of the castle. Everyone was out of whack so to say, with Kenichi and the rest of the soldier’s return, tension was thick in the air and she had figured it best to stay out of everyone’s way.
Nazuna hadn’t really punished her like her king had claimed she would, the cat Youkai’s angry glare penetrating through the human girl and a harsh word or two. There wasn’t much that Nazuna could really do seeing Rin bedridden after Sesshomaru had finished with her, the dark yellow and green bruises on alabaster skin and the dark raccoon circles underneath usually resilient brown eyes. Of course, the cat Youkai wasn’t finished with Rin and she had promised her wrath upon her, and Rin could only cringe as the Youkai stomped out of the room, claws flexing almost maliciously.
Clouds littered the gray sky and Rin sighed heavily playing with the string on her nightgown. She didn’t like being caged up high above the ground watching all the people in the castle hustle and bustle around eagerly awaiting the arrival of the solider, but strict orders had guards outside her doors, limiting anything she may have wanted to do for the day. The bright silver and dark soft bronze colors of the flags made the scenery below her look magical and Rin wished that she could be apart of the festive.
She after all was excited as well to see them and being denied from the simple pleasure made her feel more like an outcast than many of the Youkai in the castle assimilated with her. Resting her head on her bent knees, she wrapped her arms around her legs, her gaze still on the vast forest and foliage outside the castle grounds. She remembered a time when she could go outside the walls (more or less allowed she should say) and see a boy with a sincere and a gentle heart.
Her heart lurched in her chest and she felt the tears brimming her eyes recalling the way Koji laughed or carelessly ran through the small meadows holding her hand almost innocently. Those days seemed so long ago to her and her shoulders trembled fighting back the sob that wanted to break free. Sometimes she found herself wishing that things had turned out differently; wishing that Koji could have still been alive so she could have loved him the way she had while he was alive. Merely thinking about him was like her entire body was being ripped apart slowly and she scrunched her eyes closed trying to rid herself of the pain of knowing the boy died because of her.
“You’re thinking of him,” Sesshomaru’s voice floated to her ears but she refused to look at him. She didn’t want him to see her in her current state.
“Go away,” she sounded as hopeless as she felt, the salty tears slipping from her closed eyes. “You shouldn’t be here, there are too many things to be done.”
The soft silk of his clothing brushed against her bare but she didn’t make the slightest movement of acknowledgement. She meant it when she said she wanted to be alone. Every muscle in her body tensed as clawed hands picked her up bridal style, the tips of his claws pressing lightly on her skin and scratching against it. The silence was thick and suffocating for her as Sesshomaru rearranged her, his body resting on the ledge, his legs stretching out straight and his back leaning comfortably against the cold brick wall.
His clawed hands held her to his chest, and Rin sighed relaxing into his hold, resting her head on his chest and shoulder. Her legs curled underneath her long nightgown and rubbed against his pants, a jolt of electricity shooting directly to her lower half when his clawed hand took hers and laid it over his chest. Moments like these were so rare and Rin found herself clinging to her king almost desperately, praying that she wasn’t having yet another teasing dream.
“They should be arriving no latter than the morning,” silver hair fell over his shoulders and mingled with her own dark strands. “There is still more that has not been finished and I will be busy for the next few days or so.”
She wasn’t sure why he was telling her this; however, Rin did not interrupt her king as he spoke. Instead, she decided to listen to the steady beat of his heart and the inhaling and exhaling of his breath as well as his baritone voice, allowing it to steal away the depression she had been feeling and filling her with a numb and content laziness. It wasn’t often that he would hold her the way he was, the clawed hand on her hip, rubbing the clothed flesh and the vibrating of his chest as he spoke lulling her into a light sleep. If it were possible she would have asked him to stay with her just like this for the rest of her short life. If only it were possible.
“And with their arrival there will be undoubtedly a lack of security,” Rin had almost been asleep by this point but something kept tugging at her mind as he continued. “So if you are to attend the small reunion so to say, you will have Nazuna by your side until you retire back to your bedchambers. At no time are you allowed to wander around unescorted.”
“What? Why?” Rin maneuvered her head catching Sesshomaru’s stoic amber eyes, the need to argue overwhelming her. “No, I don’t need an escort I can take care of myself I don’t need anyone baby sitting me!”
Sesshomaru’s claws dug into her hip as she tried pulling out his embrace and it made her squirm even more. She wasn’t someone that he could order around as he pleased (she was, however her pride wouldn’t allow her to just submit to him on this subject) and she tore herself out of his hold and stumbling on the cold floor. His molten yellow eyes pinned her where she stood, her hands shielding her chest and her eyes wild.
“You have no say in the matter Rin,” His legs moved and bent before he stood up, his clothing rustling from the movement. “You will be escorted by Nazuna or you will not attend. That is all there is to it, end of discussion.”
Her eyes narrowed angrily at his tone and she felt the anger churning in her stomach and slowly sweltering to a boiling point she never knew existed before. Everything had been going just fine until he opened his big mouth and used his social stature against her. Just because he was her king didn’t mean that she had to become his slave and she wasn’t going to sit down and take it like a abused child. So help her god she would go by herself if she wanted to and Rin wouldn’t allow Sesshomaru to stop her. Rin was her own person and if she wanted to do something, she would do it, no matter what him or anyone else said. That was that.
“Fuck you,” she gritted out between clenched teeth as she dug her heels into the hard floor, watching as Sesshomaru’s eyes darkened in stubborn anger.
Oh, she knew that once those words flew from her lips it couldn’t be undone, but her mind was clouded with the anger that was swirling rampantly around her. Sesshomaru’s body towered over her as he stalked over to where she stood, his entire body rigid and his clawed hands clenching into deadly fists. Insubordination was punishable by death and at the moment she didn’t care; she wouldn’t allow him to dictate to her what she was allowed to and wasn’t allowed to do. The iciness of his glare didn’t have her backing down and she was ready to spit fire at him if he tried to make her cower because she wouldn’t.
“Rin,” he practically hissed, the sunlight hitting his back had a dark shadow showering over her and she swallowed the thickness in her throat. “You do not have a choice.”
The way his eyes stared at her with a look close to death she watched the red bleed into amber and fear bubbled up in her heart. She could feel the pounding of her blood in her ears and her mind screamed for her to run. Something was seriously wrong with the Inu-Youkai in front of her and she had awaken the sleeping lion and the anger that had filled her died away almost instantly being replace with fear.
“Sesshomaru wait!” she tried to cower back in order to get away, but his hand snatched her wrist and forcefully turned her back around, his claws digging painfully into her wrist and drawing blood.
She was like an animal caught in a trap and she nearly cried out struggling to get away from him. His eyes were narrowed into slits and he just kept pulling her closer to him, forcing her almost to her knees as she tried backing away. Rin was becoming irrational, jerking her arm almost wishing that someone would burst through her closed door and save her from her king’s wrath. Sesshomaru’s free hand dug into the fabric of Rin’s nightgown above her breasts, almost lifting her off her feet as he growled angrily at her like a rabid dog.
Her breath was coming out in heavy pants, her eyes wide in terror staring at his glistening white fangs and his red eyes. She had felt this kind of terror before and she could see the red eyes haunting her and almost imagine the demon that wanted to hunt her down. She screamed for him to stop, her free hand pounding on his chest, her dangling feet kicking at his shins and knees, but his hold held strong. She screamed loud enough to where her throat was raw, but it was as though Sesshomaru could not hear her.
Tears filled her eyes as she fought desperately to get out of his hold and Sesshomaru violently jerked Rin, her head whipping back along with her limbs as though she were nothing but a rag doll. Her muscles and body screamed with protest as she was flung onto her bed, the neck of her nightgown falling to tattered pieces around her breast. Her arm curled around the bedpost and her hair flew wildly around her as she cried out, his nails digging deeper into her limp wrist.
“You’re hurting me! Sesshomaru!” She was practically sobbing hysterically now, but he refused to yield to her pleas. “STOP!”
As he drew close Rin felt the world around her being swallowed and in fear that Sesshomaru would do something they both would come to regret she let go of the bedpost and swung. Time seemed to stand still as her closed fist met with the flesh of Sesshomaru’s cheek, Rin’s eyes wide in horror and the tears still falling from them. Her entire body was trembling as she stared into his amber eyes, the cherry red mark on his pale skin standing out rebelliously. Whatever anger frenzy she had worked Sesshomaru into faded and his hold on her wrist slipped away, her hand falling limply to her side.
She wanted to call out to him, but her voice betrayed her as a sob wrenched it way from her throat. Never before had she ever seen Sesshomaru lose himself this badly to his emotions, (the very same emotions he rarely expressed) and it scared her to death. All she could do was stand there cowering over him, her hand still clenched in a tight fist and throbbing from the contact with her king’s face. Assaulting the king was also punishable by death and at the moment she wished that she were dead.
“Lord Sesshomaru!” a familiar voice called loudly from the other side of Rin’s bedroom door. A little late was better than never. “Is everything okay in there, we heard screaming?”
Sesshomaru’s eyes flicked in the direction of the door and in the blink of an eye his back was towards Rin, his hair fluttering as he left her. She could barely hear the door as it clicked open or as it closed but after a few minutes passed and she knew that she was completely alone, Rin collapsed in a heap on the floor. Her arms wrapped around her shoulders and she leaned over her knees, her long black hair falling like a curtain over her face and hiding the tears as they dropped unceremoniously onto the floor. He would not come back and she knew it.
Later on after night had fallen, Nazuna came and gently wrapped Rin’s wrist as well as helped her clean up the mess that had accumulated in the hours since before Sesshomaru’s departure. The tears had eventually dried up and Rin was left feeling empty as the cat Youkai ran the brush through her wet hair, her nightgown having been thrown away, the damage from her king’s claws leaving it unfixable and nothing but rags. Neither of them spoke as Nazuna straightened up the room, closing the heavy curtains, keeping the draft away from the now closed window. There was no doubt that Rin wouldn’t be there as the soldiers finally came home, even she wasn’t stupid enough after the events that occurred.
The night went by slowly for Rin as she was left to her thoughts, the following morning being even slower as she dressed and readied herself for her lessons. No avoiding them or skipping out early for Rin, her brown eyes watching the cat Youkai as she instructed her to lift her leg and stretch her arms, one to touch her elevated foot, the other as a balance as her anchor foot pivoted. There were times when there was no choice but to submit and Rin figured that she should have done so the night before; however, things had been done and there was no way she could go back and change it. So she through herself into her lessons and allowed herself to be whisked away from thinking about anything. It wasn’t like it would do her any good to dwell on her mistakes anyway, not when other more important things had to be done.
Before Kenichi and the soldiers were scheduled to arrive, Nazuna smiled kindly to Rin (which was something she didn’t often do) before ushering the human girl back to her room as Sesshomaru had instructed. It was best for the both of them and Rin didn’t argue even when the door was closed behind her and locked to ensure she understood her place. The realization that Sesshomaru didn’t trust her tore at her worse than any knife or sword could and she bit back her emotions as she trekked across her room to the window which had been the start of everything.
Well not everything, but it didn’t really matter in the long run. Carefully she lifted the heavy curtain and looked down on the crowds of people who were anxiously waiting for their loved one’s to finally come home and her heart ached wishing that she could be down there too. She could see the soldiers arriving, their flags of silver and bronze flapping restlessly in the wind and she sat down resting her chin on her hands hoping that she would see Kenichi and the others, all as happy as the crowd was.
The sun hit her face and she strained her eyes as she spotted silver; Sesshomaru standing on the steps in front of the castle. He was regal and composed and the white cloth of his robes were like snow; even if he had scared her she couldn’t help but admire his beauty and her heart ached in longing. He was there meeting his soldiers and Rin sighed heavily cursing her pathetic weakness that could have cost her everything and more. She felt ashamed of herself and silently wished that her king would visit her soon enough so she could apologize for her behavior because even though he had only been gone less than a day, she missed the feel of him against her or just the feel of his presence.
Turquoise and brown caught her attention and Rin found herself staring at the horse Youkai she had been longing to see since he had left. Kenichi stood proudly in front of the advancing soldiers, his long chocolate hair tied up high on his head, his robes fluttering in all their glory as his sword swung lightly with every step he took. His blue eyes were looking straight ahead of him, stoic and as unyielding as her Sesshomaru. The hors Youkai was a leader in the making and Rin knew that together, Sesshomaru and Kenichi would bring back the Western Lands to its old reputation and then some.
Sesshomaru descended the stairs towards Kenichi and they stopped a few feet away from the other, cheers from the crowd drowning anything else for miles. Women rushed to their husbands and sons, to their brothers and their fathers and all Rin could do was watch as Kenichi enveloped Sesshomaru into a hug after an awkward handshake, a smile on his tanned olive skin. It was a reunion that would evolve into an enormous party that could and probably would last for a few days. A heavy sigh left Rin’s mouth, the bandage on her wrist irritating her skin and wiping her eyes she climbed to her feet; exhaustion stealing away any strength that she might have had left.
A tired smile plastered itself on her lips and for a moment Rin just watched the two males, at least some things turned out for the better. Stepping away from the scene, she let the curtain swish and return to its original place not noticing the two pairs of eyes staring up at her from below. Blowing out the single candle that Nazuna had left burning Rin slowly braided her long ebony hair and tied it off with a ribbon she received as a gift from Sesshomaru before climbing into her bed. The sheets were cold to the touch and she maneuvered herself underneath them and rolled over onto her side. It may have been a little too early for her to be retiring for the night, but it wasn’t like she was able to do anything other than sleep.
Her eyes closed and she clutched an extra pillow that had been brought in case Sesshomaru decided to stay longer than a few hours (which was rare) and held it close to her chest. She knew that now with the soldiers back from their unending and hopeless journey things would start becoming more on the positive side, if not she didn’t know what she would do. It wasn’t long after her eyes closed that she was lost into the nothingness of her dreams. Dreams that she wouldn’t be able to remember when the sun rose.
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Warnings: Angst, OOCNESS (well not really cuz the characters act differently because I'm warped), and some other things that I forget.
I feel really bad for not updating for so long and I don't really have any excuses, but please bare with me. College bites... Hope you enjoy and please excuse some of the spelling and grammar mistakes. I'll be editing this later because I figured you'd had a long enough wait..
Getting to Know You
By Miztikal-Dragon
Chapter Seventeen:
She could barely move an inch by morning and the following day Rin had a slight soreness between her thighs. Sesshomaru had been rough with her and though she didn’t mind, she wished that he would have stayed with her. Ebony hair fell over her face as she sat staring at the window of her bedchambers, the gentle breeze bringing release from the heat of the castle. Everyone was out of whack so to say, with Kenichi and the rest of the soldier’s return, tension was thick in the air and she had figured it best to stay out of everyone’s way.
Nazuna hadn’t really punished her like her king had claimed she would, the cat Youkai’s angry glare penetrating through the human girl and a harsh word or two. There wasn’t much that Nazuna could really do seeing Rin bedridden after Sesshomaru had finished with her, the dark yellow and green bruises on alabaster skin and the dark raccoon circles underneath usually resilient brown eyes. Of course, the cat Youkai wasn’t finished with Rin and she had promised her wrath upon her, and Rin could only cringe as the Youkai stomped out of the room, claws flexing almost maliciously.
Clouds littered the gray sky and Rin sighed heavily playing with the string on her nightgown. She didn’t like being caged up high above the ground watching all the people in the castle hustle and bustle around eagerly awaiting the arrival of the solider, but strict orders had guards outside her doors, limiting anything she may have wanted to do for the day. The bright silver and dark soft bronze colors of the flags made the scenery below her look magical and Rin wished that she could be apart of the festive.
She after all was excited as well to see them and being denied from the simple pleasure made her feel more like an outcast than many of the Youkai in the castle assimilated with her. Resting her head on her bent knees, she wrapped her arms around her legs, her gaze still on the vast forest and foliage outside the castle grounds. She remembered a time when she could go outside the walls (more or less allowed she should say) and see a boy with a sincere and a gentle heart.
Her heart lurched in her chest and she felt the tears brimming her eyes recalling the way Koji laughed or carelessly ran through the small meadows holding her hand almost innocently. Those days seemed so long ago to her and her shoulders trembled fighting back the sob that wanted to break free. Sometimes she found herself wishing that things had turned out differently; wishing that Koji could have still been alive so she could have loved him the way she had while he was alive. Merely thinking about him was like her entire body was being ripped apart slowly and she scrunched her eyes closed trying to rid herself of the pain of knowing the boy died because of her.
“You’re thinking of him,” Sesshomaru’s voice floated to her ears but she refused to look at him. She didn’t want him to see her in her current state.
“Go away,” she sounded as hopeless as she felt, the salty tears slipping from her closed eyes. “You shouldn’t be here, there are too many things to be done.”
The soft silk of his clothing brushed against her bare but she didn’t make the slightest movement of acknowledgement. She meant it when she said she wanted to be alone. Every muscle in her body tensed as clawed hands picked her up bridal style, the tips of his claws pressing lightly on her skin and scratching against it. The silence was thick and suffocating for her as Sesshomaru rearranged her, his body resting on the ledge, his legs stretching out straight and his back leaning comfortably against the cold brick wall.
His clawed hands held her to his chest, and Rin sighed relaxing into his hold, resting her head on his chest and shoulder. Her legs curled underneath her long nightgown and rubbed against his pants, a jolt of electricity shooting directly to her lower half when his clawed hand took hers and laid it over his chest. Moments like these were so rare and Rin found herself clinging to her king almost desperately, praying that she wasn’t having yet another teasing dream.
“They should be arriving no latter than the morning,” silver hair fell over his shoulders and mingled with her own dark strands. “There is still more that has not been finished and I will be busy for the next few days or so.”
She wasn’t sure why he was telling her this; however, Rin did not interrupt her king as he spoke. Instead, she decided to listen to the steady beat of his heart and the inhaling and exhaling of his breath as well as his baritone voice, allowing it to steal away the depression she had been feeling and filling her with a numb and content laziness. It wasn’t often that he would hold her the way he was, the clawed hand on her hip, rubbing the clothed flesh and the vibrating of his chest as he spoke lulling her into a light sleep. If it were possible she would have asked him to stay with her just like this for the rest of her short life. If only it were possible.
“And with their arrival there will be undoubtedly a lack of security,” Rin had almost been asleep by this point but something kept tugging at her mind as he continued. “So if you are to attend the small reunion so to say, you will have Nazuna by your side until you retire back to your bedchambers. At no time are you allowed to wander around unescorted.”
“What? Why?” Rin maneuvered her head catching Sesshomaru’s stoic amber eyes, the need to argue overwhelming her. “No, I don’t need an escort I can take care of myself I don’t need anyone baby sitting me!”
Sesshomaru’s claws dug into her hip as she tried pulling out his embrace and it made her squirm even more. She wasn’t someone that he could order around as he pleased (she was, however her pride wouldn’t allow her to just submit to him on this subject) and she tore herself out of his hold and stumbling on the cold floor. His molten yellow eyes pinned her where she stood, her hands shielding her chest and her eyes wild.
“You have no say in the matter Rin,” His legs moved and bent before he stood up, his clothing rustling from the movement. “You will be escorted by Nazuna or you will not attend. That is all there is to it, end of discussion.”
Her eyes narrowed angrily at his tone and she felt the anger churning in her stomach and slowly sweltering to a boiling point she never knew existed before. Everything had been going just fine until he opened his big mouth and used his social stature against her. Just because he was her king didn’t mean that she had to become his slave and she wasn’t going to sit down and take it like a abused child. So help her god she would go by herself if she wanted to and Rin wouldn’t allow Sesshomaru to stop her. Rin was her own person and if she wanted to do something, she would do it, no matter what him or anyone else said. That was that.
“Fuck you,” she gritted out between clenched teeth as she dug her heels into the hard floor, watching as Sesshomaru’s eyes darkened in stubborn anger.
Oh, she knew that once those words flew from her lips it couldn’t be undone, but her mind was clouded with the anger that was swirling rampantly around her. Sesshomaru’s body towered over her as he stalked over to where she stood, his entire body rigid and his clawed hands clenching into deadly fists. Insubordination was punishable by death and at the moment she didn’t care; she wouldn’t allow him to dictate to her what she was allowed to and wasn’t allowed to do. The iciness of his glare didn’t have her backing down and she was ready to spit fire at him if he tried to make her cower because she wouldn’t.
“Rin,” he practically hissed, the sunlight hitting his back had a dark shadow showering over her and she swallowed the thickness in her throat. “You do not have a choice.”
The way his eyes stared at her with a look close to death she watched the red bleed into amber and fear bubbled up in her heart. She could feel the pounding of her blood in her ears and her mind screamed for her to run. Something was seriously wrong with the Inu-Youkai in front of her and she had awaken the sleeping lion and the anger that had filled her died away almost instantly being replace with fear.
“Sesshomaru wait!” she tried to cower back in order to get away, but his hand snatched her wrist and forcefully turned her back around, his claws digging painfully into her wrist and drawing blood.
She was like an animal caught in a trap and she nearly cried out struggling to get away from him. His eyes were narrowed into slits and he just kept pulling her closer to him, forcing her almost to her knees as she tried backing away. Rin was becoming irrational, jerking her arm almost wishing that someone would burst through her closed door and save her from her king’s wrath. Sesshomaru’s free hand dug into the fabric of Rin’s nightgown above her breasts, almost lifting her off her feet as he growled angrily at her like a rabid dog.
Her breath was coming out in heavy pants, her eyes wide in terror staring at his glistening white fangs and his red eyes. She had felt this kind of terror before and she could see the red eyes haunting her and almost imagine the demon that wanted to hunt her down. She screamed for him to stop, her free hand pounding on his chest, her dangling feet kicking at his shins and knees, but his hold held strong. She screamed loud enough to where her throat was raw, but it was as though Sesshomaru could not hear her.
Tears filled her eyes as she fought desperately to get out of his hold and Sesshomaru violently jerked Rin, her head whipping back along with her limbs as though she were nothing but a rag doll. Her muscles and body screamed with protest as she was flung onto her bed, the neck of her nightgown falling to tattered pieces around her breast. Her arm curled around the bedpost and her hair flew wildly around her as she cried out, his nails digging deeper into her limp wrist.
“You’re hurting me! Sesshomaru!” She was practically sobbing hysterically now, but he refused to yield to her pleas. “STOP!”
As he drew close Rin felt the world around her being swallowed and in fear that Sesshomaru would do something they both would come to regret she let go of the bedpost and swung. Time seemed to stand still as her closed fist met with the flesh of Sesshomaru’s cheek, Rin’s eyes wide in horror and the tears still falling from them. Her entire body was trembling as she stared into his amber eyes, the cherry red mark on his pale skin standing out rebelliously. Whatever anger frenzy she had worked Sesshomaru into faded and his hold on her wrist slipped away, her hand falling limply to her side.
She wanted to call out to him, but her voice betrayed her as a sob wrenched it way from her throat. Never before had she ever seen Sesshomaru lose himself this badly to his emotions, (the very same emotions he rarely expressed) and it scared her to death. All she could do was stand there cowering over him, her hand still clenched in a tight fist and throbbing from the contact with her king’s face. Assaulting the king was also punishable by death and at the moment she wished that she were dead.
“Lord Sesshomaru!” a familiar voice called loudly from the other side of Rin’s bedroom door. A little late was better than never. “Is everything okay in there, we heard screaming?”
Sesshomaru’s eyes flicked in the direction of the door and in the blink of an eye his back was towards Rin, his hair fluttering as he left her. She could barely hear the door as it clicked open or as it closed but after a few minutes passed and she knew that she was completely alone, Rin collapsed in a heap on the floor. Her arms wrapped around her shoulders and she leaned over her knees, her long black hair falling like a curtain over her face and hiding the tears as they dropped unceremoniously onto the floor. He would not come back and she knew it.
Later on after night had fallen, Nazuna came and gently wrapped Rin’s wrist as well as helped her clean up the mess that had accumulated in the hours since before Sesshomaru’s departure. The tears had eventually dried up and Rin was left feeling empty as the cat Youkai ran the brush through her wet hair, her nightgown having been thrown away, the damage from her king’s claws leaving it unfixable and nothing but rags. Neither of them spoke as Nazuna straightened up the room, closing the heavy curtains, keeping the draft away from the now closed window. There was no doubt that Rin wouldn’t be there as the soldiers finally came home, even she wasn’t stupid enough after the events that occurred.
The night went by slowly for Rin as she was left to her thoughts, the following morning being even slower as she dressed and readied herself for her lessons. No avoiding them or skipping out early for Rin, her brown eyes watching the cat Youkai as she instructed her to lift her leg and stretch her arms, one to touch her elevated foot, the other as a balance as her anchor foot pivoted. There were times when there was no choice but to submit and Rin figured that she should have done so the night before; however, things had been done and there was no way she could go back and change it. So she through herself into her lessons and allowed herself to be whisked away from thinking about anything. It wasn’t like it would do her any good to dwell on her mistakes anyway, not when other more important things had to be done.
Before Kenichi and the soldiers were scheduled to arrive, Nazuna smiled kindly to Rin (which was something she didn’t often do) before ushering the human girl back to her room as Sesshomaru had instructed. It was best for the both of them and Rin didn’t argue even when the door was closed behind her and locked to ensure she understood her place. The realization that Sesshomaru didn’t trust her tore at her worse than any knife or sword could and she bit back her emotions as she trekked across her room to the window which had been the start of everything.
Well not everything, but it didn’t really matter in the long run. Carefully she lifted the heavy curtain and looked down on the crowds of people who were anxiously waiting for their loved one’s to finally come home and her heart ached wishing that she could be down there too. She could see the soldiers arriving, their flags of silver and bronze flapping restlessly in the wind and she sat down resting her chin on her hands hoping that she would see Kenichi and the others, all as happy as the crowd was.
The sun hit her face and she strained her eyes as she spotted silver; Sesshomaru standing on the steps in front of the castle. He was regal and composed and the white cloth of his robes were like snow; even if he had scared her she couldn’t help but admire his beauty and her heart ached in longing. He was there meeting his soldiers and Rin sighed heavily cursing her pathetic weakness that could have cost her everything and more. She felt ashamed of herself and silently wished that her king would visit her soon enough so she could apologize for her behavior because even though he had only been gone less than a day, she missed the feel of him against her or just the feel of his presence.
Turquoise and brown caught her attention and Rin found herself staring at the horse Youkai she had been longing to see since he had left. Kenichi stood proudly in front of the advancing soldiers, his long chocolate hair tied up high on his head, his robes fluttering in all their glory as his sword swung lightly with every step he took. His blue eyes were looking straight ahead of him, stoic and as unyielding as her Sesshomaru. The hors Youkai was a leader in the making and Rin knew that together, Sesshomaru and Kenichi would bring back the Western Lands to its old reputation and then some.
Sesshomaru descended the stairs towards Kenichi and they stopped a few feet away from the other, cheers from the crowd drowning anything else for miles. Women rushed to their husbands and sons, to their brothers and their fathers and all Rin could do was watch as Kenichi enveloped Sesshomaru into a hug after an awkward handshake, a smile on his tanned olive skin. It was a reunion that would evolve into an enormous party that could and probably would last for a few days. A heavy sigh left Rin’s mouth, the bandage on her wrist irritating her skin and wiping her eyes she climbed to her feet; exhaustion stealing away any strength that she might have had left.
A tired smile plastered itself on her lips and for a moment Rin just watched the two males, at least some things turned out for the better. Stepping away from the scene, she let the curtain swish and return to its original place not noticing the two pairs of eyes staring up at her from below. Blowing out the single candle that Nazuna had left burning Rin slowly braided her long ebony hair and tied it off with a ribbon she received as a gift from Sesshomaru before climbing into her bed. The sheets were cold to the touch and she maneuvered herself underneath them and rolled over onto her side. It may have been a little too early for her to be retiring for the night, but it wasn’t like she was able to do anything other than sleep.
Her eyes closed and she clutched an extra pillow that had been brought in case Sesshomaru decided to stay longer than a few hours (which was rare) and held it close to her chest. She knew that now with the soldiers back from their unending and hopeless journey things would start becoming more on the positive side, if not she didn’t know what she would do. It wasn’t long after her eyes closed that she was lost into the nothingness of her dreams. Dreams that she wouldn’t be able to remember when the sun rose.
E/N: I didn't really like this chapter, and I've rewritten it a few times (surprising), but yeah. This just means that the story will be a little longer than I inteded. Oh well, that's always a good thing I guess, maybe. THANKS to everyone who has stuck with this story eventhough I suck royally! You guys are my heroes! lol
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