InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ His ❯ His ( Chapter 1 )

His

 

A/N: I do not own Inuyasha!

 

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“Sesshoumaru-sama . . .”

 

Sesshoumaru peered down at the young woman his brother's miko was cradling in her arms. Even in her darkest hours, she was still showing him the utmost respect. She peered at him from the ground with a longing in her eyes that he simply could not bring himself to meet. Her sweet scent was tainted by the grotesque smell of death. Usually, he would find the smell of death appeasing, because it was synonymous to the smell of victory, when he was in battle. But this time, it wasn't his kill, and the smell made him feel sick to stomach, because he knew that he could not prevent it. His ward was dying, and though it was not by his hands, he still felt uncomfortable about his inability to save her, or to comfort her.

 

“Sesshoumaru-sama” He winced as he heard her call his name for the second time. He had yet to acknowledge her. He simply couldn't. To acknowledge her, meant acknowledging the fact that she was going to leave him, and he was not sure it was a thought that he could live with, at least, not yet. She stared at him, her gaze unwavering as she searched his face. He saw her face contort in pain as she tried to take a deep breath. She clutched at her chest, her breath quickening. He looked away. `Coward' the word echoed in his mind. Unable to bear the situation any longer, he turned his back, and left the room, tuning out the anguished cries of his ward.

 

He didn't get very far before his hanyou brother blocked his path.

 

“Where do you think you're going you asshole? Can't you see that she's dying, and that she needs you there with her? How can you leave her, when she needs you the most? You either get your ass back in there, or I will personally deliver your unconscious form to her,” Inuyasha growled, his hand on the hilt of the Tetsusaiga.

 

“Hanyou, remove yourself from my presence, before I break my promise to Rin, and terminate your miserable existence,” Sesshoumaru threatened through gritted teeth. His eyes flashed crimson as his youki surrounded him.

 

“Don't you dare use her name. Why would you care about breaking a promise to her, when you won't even stay with her in her last moments? I'm not afraid of you Sesshoumaru. If you want the last memory Rin has of you to be of you unconscious on the floor of my hut, then so be it,” Inuyasha replied, pulling Tetsusaiga from its sheath. The fang automatically transformed, gleaming dangerously in the moonlight.

 

Sesshoumaru's poison whip lashed out at him, before he could utter another word. Inuyasha dashed to the side, avoiding the deathly whip, and lunged forward, before slicing at Sesshoumaru's head. Sesshoumaru was a step ahead of Inuyasha. He quickly drew Toukijin, and blocked the attack. The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the surrounding area. Sparks of energy flew from the contact of the two swords.

 

“Humph! And you dare call me a weakling. At least I have enough courage to admit my feelings to the woman I love. You are nothing, but a coward, and a hypocrite, Sesshoumaru. You dare call father, and I, weaklings for loving a human, but you, yourself, have fallen in love with one. But you are too proud to admit it,” Inuyasha yelled, as he parried, and blocked Sesshoumaru's onslaught.

 

“Silent hanyou! Who are you to patronize this Sesshoumaru? You are nothing, a worthless hanyou- a mistake. You are not even worthy enough to be a piece of dirt beneath my shoe.” Sesshoumaru flared his youki, and pushed Toukijin against his father's fang, temporarily overpowering Inuyasha, and sending him into a nearby tree.

 

Inuyasha quickly got to his feet, and dusted himself off. “I pity you Sesshoumaru. I may be a hanyou, scorned by both humans and demons alike, but at least I have the love of the one woman I would give my life for. But you, you hide yourself behind a veil of coldness, and a hollow title. You may be Sesshoumaru-sama to everyone, but no one really respects you, they fear you. You have no one to back you up. No one truly cares about you, except for that girl in there, and yet you repay her by turning your back on her. Would it really hurt your pride that much to go to her? There is no one here to witness it. What are you afraid of?” Sesshoumaru charged at him with Toukijin poised to kill.

 

“Hanyou, do not presume to understand what this Sesshoumaru is thinking.” Sesshoumaru's eyes were red, and the markings on his face were livid. He was near transformation. “Rin is mine, and what I do, or do not do with her is not of your concern. If this Sesshoumaru could control the fates, he would never have had Chichue meet your miserable mother.” Sesshoumaru's poison whip lashed out, and wrapped itself around the Tetsusaiga. Sesshoumaru pulled, and the sword went flying from Inuyasha's hands.

 

“Oh, I get it now. You're afraid of feeling guilty for her death. You're afraid of facing the fact that the great Sesshoumaru-sama can't even save a ningen onna that he cares about. You're- oh my Kami, I don't believe this. You're terrified that you won't be able to let her go. That's it, isn't it? You're afraid of her death! You can face your own death a million times over, but you can't face the fact that she's going to die, can you? I don't-” He was cut off as Sesshoumaru's claw wrapped itself around his neck, and pinned him against the tree.

 

“SHUT UP! This Sesshoumaru no longer wants to hear your mindless banter. Rin is mine, and if it is her time to go, then so be it. Even this Sesshoumaru cannot control the fates,” Sesshoumaru growled, digging his claws into Inuyasha's neck.

 

Inuyasha let out a bitter laugh, as blood trickled from his lips. “It hurts doesn't it brother? It hurts to feel so helpless doesn't it? It hurts to know that this may be the last time you see her. You can't accept it can you? Now you know what it feels like to lose a loved one. It's not a pleasant feeling is it? It hurts doesn't it? ” Amber orbs locked, and glared at each other for what seemed like hours, before Sesshoumaru loosened his grip, and let Inuyasha fall in a heap at his feet.

 

Inuyasha watched as Sesshoumaru walked back towards the hut, his white robes fluttering in the wind. “It does.” He heard Sesshoumaru utter so softly that only demon ears- or in this case hanyou ears could pick it up over the roaring wind.

 

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He slid the door to Rin's room open to find the miko tending to her. All eyes rested on him as he stepped over the threshold into the dark room. “Sesshoumaru-sama?” He heard his ward call out to him for the third time that night.

 

“ Rin . . .” he uttered her name softly for the first time in months. In doing so, he had finally accepted the fact that Rin was leaving him, no matter what he did. He turned to Kagome, before speaking. “Miko, leave us. This Sesshoumaru will tend to her.” He could see the indecision in her eyes, before Rin placed a small hand over the miko's. Kagome smiled sadly at her, before turning to Sesshoumaru, and giving him a small nod. He waited patiently while the miko gathered her things, and left. The shouji door slid closed with a click that resounded with such finality, that Sesshoumaru had to take a minute to regain his composure. He peered around the room. There were two lanterns that lit the room. One on a small writing desk opposite the futon, and another hung to the right beside the door. Finally his gaze rested upon the lithe form that was sprawled across the futon. She reeked of illness. Her robe clung to her, and her skin was deathly pale. There was a light sheen of sweat that covered her skin. Her wet ebony tresses clung to her temples.

 

“Sesshoumaru-sama . . .” she murmured before trying to pull herself to a sitting position. He was immediately by her side. She clutched at his forearms as she tried to catch her breath. “Rin, be still. You are not well.”

 

She slipped her arms around his waist, and buried her face in his chest. “It's ok, Sesshoumaru-sama. I know that I'm dying. You need not worry about me. I have died before my lord. Death is not a new experience.”

 

He knew that she was trying to comfort him, but instead her words evoked a feeling of guilt and loss deep within him. “ Rin . . . this Sesshou . . . I apologize for my inability to save you. You are my ward, yet I am unable to save you from a mere disease.” He said the last two words with such bitterness, that he felt Rin squeeze his waist gently trying to comfort him.

 

“ I know my lord has done everything in his power to save me. If the fates have decided it is my time to leave, then I shall step down gracefully. The only thing that I shall truly regret is leaving my lord,” Rin whispered as she smoothly stroked the silver hair that rested upon his back.

 

“ The fates are cruel.”

 

“ No, my lord they are not. They spared me, when my village was attacked by bandits. They sent the ookami to take my life, only to allow me to be born again by your hands. They allowed me to meet you, and to be with you, and for that I am truly grateful. I was saved by your hands, and I would gladly die now in your arms. The only thing I hope for is that my lord will keep a memory of me inside a small corner of his benevolent heart, and touch upon it from time to time, and remember his Rin. His Rin, who loved him dearly with every living fiber of her being,” her voice started to crack as she uttered the last sentence.

 

He could now smell the tears as they rolled down her delicate face. He felt the wetness forming on his haori, but none of it mattered. All that mattered at to him at this point was having Rin in arms. He closed his arms around her, and pulled her as tightly against him as possible, without causing her any discomfort.

 

“ Rin, tell me, do you have any unfinished business? Any unfulfilled wishes? Anything at all, name it, and it shall be done.”

 

“ Anything my lord?”

 

“ Hai, anything Rin. Just ask, and it will be done. Anything you want, and it will be yours.” He felt Rin pushing at his chest, and he released her. She pulled back, and looked up at him. He could still see the tears shining in her eyes. She brought a hand to his face, and caressed it gently, lovingly. He could see the indecision in her eyes. Whatever it was that she wished to say, would surely be her deepest desire. She smiled a small sad smile, before making up her mind, and speaking.

 

“ The only thing that I want, my lord, is to be yours.”

 

“ Mine?” One of Sesshoumaru's elegant eyebrows arched, before he could stop himself.

 

“ Hai, my lord. Yours.”

 

“ But Rin, you are already mine. You have been mine, since the moment you took your first breath a second time.”

 

“ No, my lord. I am not yours. Though you have claimed me in words, you have yet to claim me in person. Therefore, I am not yours.”

 

He could see the longing in her eyes, and he knew what she was trying to say. He had known from the moment she first spoke. Actually, he had known for a long time. Since her illness had begun, she had looked at him with the same deep longing in her eyes. He knew she had wanted to be his for a long time, but until her illness had surfaced, he had never really given it any real thought. Now, it was time. He would either crush what was left of her spirit, or elate her with his decision. He was unsure which it would be.

 

“ You wish to be mine Rin?” He questioned lightly, wanting to make sure that there was no misunderstanding between the two of them.

 

“ Hai, my lord. I wish to be yours. If only for one night, I want to be yours, if you would allow it.”

 

He peered down at her. There was no longer any trace of the small urchin that he had experimented with the Tensaiga upon. The years had melted away all her adolescent features, and left her a refined, and beautiful woman. His beautiful woman. He had made up his mind.

 

“ I would allow it.”

 

He saw her face light up with a smile as she waited for him to make the next move. This would be the first, and last time he would ever have her. He would take his time. The world could wait while he had his fill of Rin. He tenderly stroked her hair, before pulling her towards him. He leaned over, and placed a chaste kiss upon her parched lips. He felt her shiver from the soft contact. He lapped at her lips with his tongue, moistening them, before he captured them in a searing kiss. He felt her snake her arms around his neck, and locked them at the base of his head.

 

With a small purr resonating from his chest, he pulled her tightly against him. Chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, lips to lips, heart to heart. There wasn't a sliver of space between them. He poured his soul into the kiss. Tonight, there would only be him, and her. One male, one female, celebrating the love that they shared. For this one night, nothing else would matter.

 

He licked her bottom lip, and pressed his tongue against her mouth asking for entrance. She readily agreed. Her tongue reaching out to meet his. He made slow sweet love to her mouth, making up for all the lost time. He gave her chaste kisses, more heated kisses, and kisses that were only shared between two lovers. She enjoyed every one of them, and hungrily begged for more.

 

Deciding that he had kissed her enough, he began to undo the ties of her robe. He pulled her robe open, but left it on her. He was content kissing her for now. He began to trail small kisses along her jaw, and down her face. He scraped his fangs along her neck, and heard her moan lightly. The smell of her arousal filled the room, replacing the foul stench of death, and disease. Her natural scent starting to surface again.

 

He felt her clutch at his forearms as he kissed along her collarbone, and down to her pert breasts. Capturing one dusty pink nipple into his mouth, he gently sucked on it. Biting down lightly on it with his teeth. He cupped the other breast with his hand, slowly rolling the neglected nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He reveled in the small sounds that escaped Rin's mouth. Every whisper was like music to his ears. Her robe had slipped off of her shoulders, and was now caught at her elbows. He half-wished he could see the two of them in third-person. What an erotic sight it must've been. A fragile human woman standing there with an inuyoukai kneeling before her, feasting upon her ample bosom.

 

His thoughts didn't linger very long, as Rin started to pull impatiently at the ties on his own clothing. He stood up slowly, temporarily halting his ministrations to allow her to undress him. She stood before him in all her glory. Her robe open, and hanging from her elbows. There was a blush on her cheeks, and it extended all way to the tops of her breasts. If there was a more heavenly sight on Earth, he had yet to see it. He reached forward, and pulled her robe off of her. He took an appraising look at her. He always knew that his Rin was pretty, but standing here the way she was, she was breathtaking. Her breasts were pert, and rounded. Her stomach was trim and flat, and her hips flared out softly, gently complimenting her feminine figure.

 

“ You're beautiful Rin,” he quietly commented, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ears.

 

She looked up at him shyly, before reaching over, and parting his haori and pulling it off his shoulders. She reached for his hakama, but he tenderly grasped her hand, before she could go any further. Pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand, he pulled her to him, so that her chest was pressed intimately with his. He heard her breath quicken, and her pulse race. He studied her face for any trace of pain. Finding none, he slowly lowered her back onto the futon.

 

He tenderly covered her body with his. Before kissing down every inch of her body until he was between her parted knees. He covered the inside of her thighs with butterfly kisses, before burying his nose in her curls, and inhaling her feminine scent.

 

He felt her stiffen, and moan at the intimate touch. He could smell the increase in her arousal from the spike in her scent. These sensations would definitely be new to her. She was untouched. That thought alone made his length stiffen beyond belief. He dropped a few small kisses to her nether lips, and smirked, when she bucked her hips gently. He licked her slowly, sensuously teasing her. He wrote his name with his tongue, before clamping his lips around the small bud above her opening, gently sucking on it. Without warning, she started bucking her hips into his lips, as he continued to tug at her feminine jewel. He could feel the small gush of liquid flowing from her center. He slowly inserted his longest finger into her core, being careful not to cut her with his claw. She moaned loudly at this.

 

“ Oh, Sesshoumaru-sama. Onegai, don't stop,” she gently begged, her hands fisted into his hair. He smirked at this, and inserted another finger, and stretched her further, but not nearly enough to easily accommodate his girth. He began to pump in and out of her with his fingers, while his mouth continued to tease her bud. He knew she was close, he could feel the tension building within her. As soon as he felt her body start to shake, he quickly dug his longest finger deeper, until he reached her virgin barrier. With one flick of his wrist, he sliced cleanly through the barrier.

 

The strong orgasm that had washed over Rin made her almost oblivious to the pain that ridding her maidenhead had caused. When she finally came down from her climax, she looked down at him. Her face was a little contorted in pain from her laboured breathing, but other than that, she seemed fine. “ Oh, Sesshoumaru-sama. That was- it was wonderful.”

 

“ It's not over yet Rin. Far from it.” He smirked slightly, before standing up, and removing his hakama. He couldn't help, but notice the way Rin's eyes went wide as saucers, when she saw him. He slowly covered her body with his. They both groaned at the full body skin-on-skin contact. She was warm, and ever so soft to touch. He pulled her legs up, so that they were bent, and spread as far apart as they would go. He gently lowered his pelvis to hers, pushing his phallus gently against her core. He slowly began to push his way in, giving Rin time to adjust to his size.

 

Once he was all the way in, he held perfectly still, and searched Rin for any signs of discomfort. He kept his weight on his forearms to keep from weighing down her chest, and causing her any more discomfort. She smiled up at him, as a few stray tears leaked from her eyes. She pulled him down, and kissed him as passionately as humanly possible. He felt his head spin from the kiss. He started up a slow pace, making small shallow thrusts, watching Rin for any signs of discomfort. All he saw was her face contorted with passion, and pleasure instead of pain. This was the look he wanted to see on his Rin. Not a look of pain, but of unconstrained passion.

Soon, Rin began to move with him. She pushed her hips hard against his, signaling for him to go faster. He obliged. He began to thrust into her more deeply than before. He sped up his rhythm, feeling the tightening of his muscles. Her warmth called out to him, and drowned him. It had never felt this good with anyone else. He should've known Rin's giving nature would transfer itself into love-making as well. She gave him everything, and held nothing back. He could see the love in her eyes, and hear the small endearments that she whispered into his ear.

 

“ My lord . . .” she moaned, when he hit an especially pleasing spot.

 

“ Rin, say my name. Just my name,” he purred into her ear. His face was buried in the crook of her neck as he thrust into her, muffling his groans.

 

“ Oh Sesshoumaru! Uhhh, harder, Sesshoumaru! Harder!” She cried as she pushed back against him.

 

Sesshoumaru felt like his heart would burst from the joy of it all, but like all good things, it all too soon came to an end. He felt Rin shuddering beneath him, screaming out his name in the throes of her climax. She locked her ankles beneath his buttocks, and squeezed. It was all too much. He knew he was gone, as he let himself go, burying his phallus deep within Rin, and releasing his seed. Rin milked him dry as the waves of his orgasm ripped through his body.

 

Though the haze of pleasure, he remembered Rin's last request, `I want to be yours.' He gently brushed her hair from her shoulders, and sank his fangs into her neck, marking her as his. He felt her wince slightly, but otherwise she remained silent, basking in the afterglow of her climax. He gently pulled out of her, and collapsed to the side of the futon. Propping himself up on one elbow, he gently licked at her wound, immediately cauterizing it. He watched as she reached a hand up to caress the mark he had just given her.

 

Tears filled her eyes, and spilt gently over her lashes as she looked at him. He knew that she was memorizing everything about him like he was doing to her. The way she looked, the way she smelt, and the way she felt. He etched every single feature to memory. This would be the last time that either of them would look upon the other. He knew she was already weakening. He could feel her life force waning, and slowly slipping away from her.

 

A single tear slipped down her face and landed upon her lips as she uttered her last words. “ Aishiteru. My lord, my love, my life, my Sesshoumaru.” She closed her eyes. Feeling the pressure finally ease from her eyelids.

 

“ Rin . . . not yet. One more minute. Koi, one more minute,” Sesshoumaru whispered tenderly, knowing that Rin would surely listen to him, “ I cannot let you go without hearing this. Please Rin, open your eyes. Fight it for just a little longer. Stay with me a little longer.”

 

Never having disobeyed her lord in life, it seemed that she would not disobey him even in death. Her eyes fluttered open again as she fought the forces threatening to take her away. For him, she would hold on for a little longer. He smiled down at her as he stroked her cheek, keeping her focused on him. He had to- no, he needed to say this. He could not let her go without knowing- without understanding, what exactly she meant to him. No one else was here, what he told her now, she would take to the grave. There was no need to put on airs anymore.

 

“ Good girl Rin. My Rin. My beautiful wife,” he could see the surprise in her eyes at the title he had just given her. “ Yes, Rin. You are, and forever will be my beautiful mate. You came into my life, when I least expected, and inexorably changed it. For better, or for worse, this Sesshoumaru did not know, until last night. This Sesshoumaru . . . I-I . . .” He cursed at himself mentally. His mate did not have much time left, and here he was stumbling over a few words, albeit a few important words. His mate needed to hear this. He needed to make sure that she di- that she leaved with no regrets. “ Rin,” He watched as she looked at him, her attention was focused intently on him. “ Aishiteru. Boko no ai. There will never be another like you. This Sesshoumaru will forever keep your memory at heart Rin.” He took her hand, and placed it over his heart. “ You will always be here. This Sesshoumaru swears upon his Chichue's grave that he will never forget you. You won't occupy one corner of my heart, but all of it. There is no room for anyone else.”

 

He watched as a few more tears leaked from her glassy eyes. She graced him with another brilliant smile that pulled at the strings of his heart. He saw her mouth ` good-bye', too weak to actually say it. He shook his head at that. “ No, Rin. We will meet again. That I promise you.” She nodded, and smiled one last time, before letting out her last breath. Her eyes closed of their own accord, as her soul fled her body.

 

Sesshoumaru felt the anguish and sadness seep from his heart to the rest of his body. He pulled Rin's body tightly against his, and poured all his sadness, and anger into one resounding howl, that echoed all through the night.

 

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He didn't leave their room until late the next morning. He had dressed Rin in a beautiful pink kimono embroidered with white cherry blossoms. He slide the shouji door open, and carried her body outside. Inuyasha, his mate, and the rest of his friends were waiting. The miko and taijya were crying, clinging to their mates.

 

They followed him back to his palace, where he buried the body of his mate in the family graveyard, beside his mother. He stood by, and watched silently as Inuyasha and his mate approached Rin's grave to show their condolences.

 

“ Rin, loving wife, and mate of Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands,” Kagome read. Both her, and Inuyasha looked at Sesshoumaru in surprise. Sure, they had both known what he and Rin had done in the privacy of their room that night, but they had never expected Sesshoumaru to acknowledge, and honour Rin this way.

 

Sesshoumaru looked unaffected by their questioning gaze. “ That is who she is,” he simply answered.

 

“ Was,” Kagome corrected, “ That is who she was.”

 

Sesshoumaru stood silently. Whether or not he heard her, he did not say a word, because he knew that he would see Rin again. It was only a matter of time. Inuyasha had found his love again. There was no reason why he wouldn't find Rin again, because after all, she was his, forever and always.

 

 

OWARI!

 

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Author's Note: OMG! I didn't expect to write something that gosh darn depressing. Sorry, if I made anyone cry. I'm having a depressing day, and seeing no new/updated Rin/Sess fics just made it worse, so I decided to write something. Guess it turned out pretty well. R/R! Thanxz for reading! BTW, Ripples Beneath the Surface won't be updated until the end of May, when I'm done exams. Sorry!

 

UPDATED:

Ok first of all, I'd like to apologize to everyone, who is rushing me to update “His”. I forgot to write one important detail about the story: it's an one-shot. That's right, no second chapter, that's it, no nothing. It was just something I wrote up, because I was bored.

 

Secondly, I also forgot to explain something. Everyone is asking why Sesshoumaru doesn't use Tensaiga on Rin, because that would be the obvious thing to do. Well you're right, it is the most obvious thing to do, BUT the Tensaiga is a sword of HEALING not CURING. Rin is sick (I hope everyone caught that part), so Tensaiga wouldn't work. It would bring her back to life, but the illness would still be present in her body, and she would just die again. *SPOILER* In episode 96 (or so) the one entitled That Jaken Who Was Sick. Jaken gets severely poisoned/ill, and instead of using Tensaiga on him, they actually had to go get the cure, so from that, I'm concluding that the Tensaiga can only heal, not cure. Also, technically, the Tensaiga works, because it kills those little messengers of the underworld, so they can't take your soul. Therefore if your body can no longer house your soul (i.e. you're sick, and your body doesn't function properly), it won't make a difference, because the Tensaiga only prevents the soul from leaving, it can't keep it in.

 

Finally, if anyone thinks that I'm full of baloney, and nothing I just said made any sense, well, all I have to say is I'm the authoress, and I can do whatever I want, within reason. If the Tensaiga explanation doesn't work for ya, then pretend that Tensaiga was used, but it didn't work, or it was stolen, or destroyed, etc. I.e. there is no Tensaiga!

 

LOL! I don't know how many people read this author's note, but thank you for reading! Till Next Time . . . Ebony Rose