InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ RavynSkyes's Drabbles ❯ Never Too Late ( Chapter 22 )
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By: Ravyn Skye 
Originally Written For: Inumadmusings prompt – Necrophilia
Title: Never too late
Author: Plumespixie
Rating: Crude
Characters: Sess/Rin (who else is there, for me?)
Genre: Post Canon Rin back with Sess – age, whatever it has to be for you to be less squicked out.
Words: 686
Summary: She's gone, but it's never to late… He couldn't save her, but he can finally love her.
Warnings: Necro, but hey, that's the prompt!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 08.27.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 546 | Status: Completed
Originally Written For: Inumadmusings prompt – Necrophilia
Title: Never too late
Author: Plumespixie
Rating: Crude
Characters: Sess/Rin (who else is there, for me?)
Genre: Post Canon Rin back with Sess – age, whatever it has to be for you to be less squicked out.
Words: 686
Summary: She's gone, but it's never to late… He couldn't save her, but he can finally love her.
Warnings: Necro, but hey, that's the prompt!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 08.27.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 546 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA
Originally Written For: Inumadmusings prompt - Necrophilia
Title: Never too late
Author: Plumespixie
Rating: Crude
Characters: Sess/Rin (who else is there, for me?)
Genre: Post Canon Rin back with Sess - age, whatever it has to be for you to be less squicked out.
Words: 686
Summary: She's gone, but it's never to late… He couldn't save her, but he can finally love her.
Warnings: Necro, but hey, that's the prompt!
A/N: Less Sex, more introspection, but still, really disturbing, at least to me.
Author: Plumespixie
Rating: Crude
Characters: Sess/Rin (who else is there, for me?)
Genre: Post Canon Rin back with Sess - age, whatever it has to be for you to be less squicked out.
Words: 686
Summary: She's gone, but it's never to late… He couldn't save her, but he can finally love her.
Warnings: Necro, but hey, that's the prompt!
A/N: Less Sex, more introspection, but still, really disturbing, at least to me.
He was with her at the end… her final moments, had been spent thrashing against the underwater whirl pool created by the waterfall she'd gotten too close to after a heavy rain.
He'd done his best to save her, but dogs were never particularly good swimmers, and he'd been too late. She hadn't screamed for help, he didn't know…
He held her naked body on the shore, looking into her eyes, as they clouded over.
Watching as her lips moved to form his name, her final word, he bent to kiss her.
He'd never done so before, foolish pride depriving them both of what they could have had together.
She smiled at him one last time…
Then he felt it… the aching, crushing, burning agony of regret.
If they had been mates… she would have never bathed alone.
If they had been mates… he would have been there.
If they had been mates… she would still be alive.
If they had been mates… regret for his selfishness would not be eating his soul from the inside out right now.
No.
Rin.
His mind churned, unable to form coherent thoughts, quiet desperation quickly turning to the chaos of panic.
She was gone.
For one perfect moment nothing was clouded, and it all became incredibly clear to him. The solution seemed so simple… why had he not thought of it before? It was in that moment of perfect insanity he decided…
They would be mates…
His final words to her, falling on deaf ears…
"You are mine, Rin."
He'd seen the life slip away from her eyes only moments before the silk slipped away from his body, but it didn't matter now.
He knew what to do… he knew how to make it right… end her pain and his.
He was bare now, and despite everything- the glassy eyes, the silent heart beat, the stillness of her chest - finally seeing her nude for the first time in years, and knowing she was to be his, at long last, had him aroused.
Others would find the act he was about to commit depraved, but he was the wielder of the Tenseiga, and he and he alone knew how long it could take for a soul to be dragged away from its earthly body.
She may still be here.
He convinced himself of this, as he prepared to claim her, in the way he should have years ago.
He ran clawed hands over her pebbled nipples, he knew it was from cold she had felt from the water in the moments before her end, but in this brief time before her scent could be polluted with the scent of death, he could pretend it was in reaction to his touch.
He spread her legs, and settled between them. He reached for her eyes, and closed them, for he could not bear to see the empty stare, accusing him…
Accusing him of waiting too long, not only in coming to her aid, but in giving her his heart.
He tilted her head back, and bared her throat, pretending she had done so herself in wordless instinctive submission to his intentions.
She wants this…
He told himself that he knew her heart, despite her silence in the matter… Why else would she have come back?
She had come back with him, because she had dared to hope that with her now older, and a woman, that he might see her as such. He knew it.
And he had… but he had failed to act.
Such a fool…
"Rin…"
The break in his voice and the look in his eyes was the only indication of his soul clenching agony, as his heart sought to tear through his chest.
He pushed himself into a cold and easily yielding body. With each pump of his hips and flex of his posterior muscles, he stamped into her all the emotions he never could before.
He could finally love her.
He hoped the messengers had not dragged her away yet, and that somehow, somewhere she could feel his loving pouring into her, along with his seed.