InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ RavynSkyes's Drabbles ❯ Closure ( Chapter 65 )

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Author: RavynSkye
Title: Closure
Rated: G/K
Words: Really short
Warnings: Char Death
Summary: Sesshoumaru and Rin's son have a talk after she dies.
A/N: Yeah, not only did I kill Rin, I made Sesshoumaru and Rin never actually have a romantic relationship. My psyche lately seems to be churning out nothing but sex or angst or unpublishable dark!fic. -_+ *twitch twitch*

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 08.27.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 462 | Status: Completed

I DO NOT OWN SESSHOUMARU OR RIN.

He approaches silently, but the young male turns in his direction anyway. He sees the boy's eyes widen in surprise, but just like his mother, he's never seen fear reflected in this young man's gaze, at least in reaction to him.

"What are you doing here, Sesshoumaru-sama?" Bold and fiery, but still very respectful. The boy retains much of his mother, and now that she's… passed on… Sesshoumaru clings to those similarities.

He can't answer, because he doesn't exactly have an idea of what drew him here, now that she's gone. Instead he responds with a very, very simple truth. "Your mother is… was… very dear to me."

He sees a flash of unexpected anger in the boy's face, and the young man glances over his shoulder before approaching. "I know that, by do you have to rub it in! My father is still grieving, and the last one he wants to see is you!"

Sesshoumaru honestly doesn't expect the anger, doesn't, in all honesty, understand it.

In his grief, his emotions must show plainly on his face, either that or the boy has inherited the ability that Rin had, to read him so well.

"Come on… We should talk." The teenager looks back at the lonely hut, surrounded by an aura of sadness and Sesshoumaru realizes the boy wishes to spare Rin's mate what must be the pain that would accompany his arrival, and so, he silently agrees and follows the boy off into the forest.

The heavy silence is broken by an old accusation, one he'd seen burning in the back of Rin's husband's eyes each time he came forth from the woods and Rin ran delighted to greet him. "Were you and my mother…" the young man pauses, not sure he wants the answer, but he takes a deep breath and solidifies his resolve, "Were you and my mother… having an affair?"

He lowers his head and a strange sort of uncomfortable feeling invades his chest, it is not… regret… but also not the relief that should come at being able to answer with an honest, "No."

The boy lowers his head, speaks softly and breathes hard, "She was… She was in love with you, you know."

He nods his agreement, "This Sesshoumaru is aware."

The boy looks scandalized, and he nearly chuckles, before quietly confessing, "I… loved her too." He shakes away the sadness and his whole frame shudders, but his voice is solid, "It was… not meant to be."

The boy turns, outraged again, "Because she was human?"

Sesshoumaru shakes his head, that wasn't it… That was never it.

"She deserved more than I could give her." He's never admitted out loud the truth of his reasons for not taking the girl as his own, but the boy deserves to know.

There was more to love than kimono, fans, and whimsical notions, and even though he was sorely tempted, extremely jealous, and his pride was rumpled, he'd let her go with someone who could give her… all that she deserved.

The boy nods, both of them standing awkwardly for a moment.

"Sesshoumaru-sama… Would you please… Would you please not come here again, at least for awhile?"

He nods slowly.

This is no longer the place for him. Without Rin there is nothing to draw him to this village.

A world without Rin is not a place for him.

Tenseiga hums at his side, and he slowly unsheathes the blade. The worthless, traitorous blade that remained silent as her soul slipped away for the last time. The hunk of metal that symbolizes his compassion, the compassion that died with the girl.

That is something else he no longer has any use for.

He grasps the blade without fear, for this sword can not cut living flesh and extends the hilt toward the boy. "Place this… at her shrine."

The boy shakes his head. He knows all about that sword, has heard all the stories growing up, from the one who lived them at this demon's side. He knows tenseiga intimately, what it is, and what it means.

"She would have wanted you to keep it."

Sesshoumaru-sama? If Rin should ever die, would you always remember her?

Don't say stupid things.

He sheathes the blade, nods his regards and takes off in a ball of light for parts unknown.

The weight at his hip lightens the load of his heart, if only a little.

Only now can he finish aloud the sentiment he'd previously kept to himself, and he whispers on the wind, "Of course I will."