InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ RavynSkyes's Drabbles ❯ Approval ( Chapter 66 )

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By: Ravyn Skye
Title: Approval

Author: RavynSkye

Words: 1,565

Genre: Romance

Rated: PG - Mentions of blood, brief acknowledgement of canon child abuse.(Rin's being beaten by the men in the village.)

A/N: Happy Father's Day!

Summary: Based on the idea of "What would Rin's parents think of her marrying a youkai?" Basically, she likes to think they'd approve. ;)

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 08.27.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 566 | Status: Completed

Title: Approval
Author: RavynSkye
Words: 1,565
Genre: Romance
Rated: PG - Mentions of blood, brief acknowledgement of canon child abuse.(Rin's being beaten by the men in the village.)
A/N: Happy Father's Day!
Summary: Based on the idea of "What would Rin's parents think of her marrying a youkai?" Basically, she likes to think they'd approve. ;)
"It had been a long time coming, by her measurement. It had been all too quickly she'd grown by his."
She wished they could have been there, on her wedding day.
The humble shrine erected at the base of the large tree was not a grave site, but merely a placeholder for the treasured memories of a time long gone by; a simpler time, but dare she admit, not a 'better' time by her estimations. The shrine was one way to offset the guilt she felt at living happily, even in their absence.
The older she got, the more she realized how cold it seemed… How easily she'd moved on when someone new and exciting had come along. But Rin was certain now that her parents would have wanted her to spend her life moving forward, not looking back and wondering what might have been; what type of life she'd never had really had the chance to live.
Instead of clinging to the reminiscences of the parents who'd died for her sake, she ran headlong and foolhardy down a new path, leaving dim recollections of dirty clothing, fish-scented hands, and "rice paddy rot"-covered feet in favor of bright memories of her first new silk kimono, his gentle claw-tipped fingers on her cheek welcoming her breath back into her lungs, and his heavy black boots leaving deep-trodden foot prints she was only too happy to shadow.
Her mother's face was a disconnected blur of smiles, crows-feet, and worry lines, but Rin liked to imagine that the undoubtedly brown eyes had been soft and the surely black hair had been long and flowing… She liked to think her mother had been beautiful.
Her father's countenance on the other hand… She could still see his face as clear as if she'd seen him yesterday. His was the last face she had seen, before the foggy times… The era of her parents and the era of Sesshoumaru-sama were disconnected by some indistinct time of blurry happenings that never did come in to focus. Rin was vaguely aware this period was covered in a haze of sadness and pain; through the soft fog occasionally bitter-tasting shards of recollection stung her conscious awareness, like sharp teeth sinking in to a soft lower-lip drawing copper blood these remembrances brought nightmares that left her waking to the sounds of her own screams; but, also to the cold-comfort of golden eyes gazing down at her with worry.
"You are safe, Rin." And for the first time in a long time, she had believed it to be true.
Before Sesshoumaru-sama there had been hard hands, harsh words, cold skin and stomach clenching hunger; but the worst was the loneliness, the uncertainty, and the tightness that still clenched her throat closed when Rin tried to think of anything that happened to her between the day her parents were killed by bandits and the day she'd stumbled upon the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen, laying in the sunlight-filtered grove like a fallen tenshi with fur instead of feathers haloed around him.
The blood didn't scare her nearly as much the idea the some cruel person would have thought to ever harm this beautiful creature in the first place.
Rin knew by now that there were bad men in the world, some of them had killed her parents, some of them lived her village; and some of them invaded her squalid little shack-home and stole what little she had left.
The heavenly man being hurt and alone was merely more proof that cruelty not only existed in the world, in her world, but ran deep in the hearts of men… She must keep this tenshi her own secret, lest they do him more damage, or even kill him.
But this… person, the wounded fallen angel laid out before her… He was most certainly not a 'man' as one would usually define it.
Therefore, Rin concluded, that he was above such things as brutality, and would exist on a higher level than those she could fathom. That he had been tainted with barbarism and was laid low, clearly suffering… It simply did not seem… right to her.
She must help him. She must nurse this ethereal being back to what-would-undoubtedly-be his full glory, so that he could rise again and fly back up to the heavens, the place where kami lived in peace and violence, pain, death, and bloodshed would not plague him like they did mere mortals such as herself.
Rin would help the silver-haired beauty escape this awful mortal world, which she herself could not, and she would smile knowing she'd sent the tenshi back where he belonged.
A now older and wiser Rin shook her head, staring down at the white flowers she'd laid below the wooden marker for her family. How silly she had been in those days, to believe such things.
He was no heavenly-man and he was certainly not in commune with the kami… His injuries had been brought upon himself and battle and the bloodshed associated with it were as familiar to him as breathing.
But there was a secret part of Rin that kept that first ignorant impression of her Lord Sesshoumaru tucked safely away in a small corner of her heart, and, fact or not, she cherished it, and every now and then Rin reached deep down, pulled it out and looked at him with the fresh untainted eyes of childhood once again.
When she'd gazed at him as a woman does a man, her innocent adoration replaced with a the admiration of a different kind, Rin had desperately tried to conjure up that immature foolishness naivety once again in order to convince her heart that childish hero-worship was the only thing she should feel for him. Upon examination though, Rin realized that those early, simple, pure feelings of adoration were not replaced at all, but had only been enhanced and built upon over the years, and remembering him as her own personal and secret angel in the forest did nothing but enchant her adolescent imagination even more.
It was that initial ignorance that had allowed a young Rin to innocently adore, and an adolescent Rin to dream of more, and a young woman Rin to completely fall in love with her angel of the sunlight grove.
It was that wonderfully heavy ache in the center of her chest that drew her hands over her heart whenever she repeated the only thing she'd ever for certain, "Rin wants to be with Sesshoumaru-sama forever."
Lucky for her, he agreed wholeheartedly. He'd given her the chance to grow up, to grow out of it, and finally he offered her the choice.
It had been a long time coming, by her measurement… It had been all too quickly she'd grown by his. That fleeting little child had so quickly been replaced by such a captivating young woman and she'd captured him all over again, though he'd long ago stopped running from himself.
Only a fool fights a battle he can't win, and Sesshoumaru was finished fighting with himself, though it was to Rin he'd finally surrendered.
The newly-wedded woman chuckled softly, tracing her fingers along the burnt black lines etched in the wooden plaque that made up the simple characters of her father's name. She didn't know the kanji he would have used, so it had been the best Kagome-chan could do to show Rin the hiragana that made up the sounds of his name.
"You'd like him, daddy." She whispered, "He's youkai, but… Rin is sure you would approve, regardless."
A quick glance over her shoulder brought his familiar figure in to view; Sesshoumaru was there as always, standing at some distance behind her, presenting a stoic picture to the rest of the world, but Rin could see the way he lowered his eyelids, and let the rigid corners of his mouth lift while his chin dipped slightly, bringing his nose out of the air and his ego into check.
"I have to go now, Daddy. My…" and here Rin blushed, still not used to the only hours-old title, "husband is waiting for me."
A small gust of wind alerted Rin to the fact Sesshoumaru had moved faster than her eyes could have seen to place himself behind her, and Rin colored more at the tell-tale sign of his eagerness. Not that he would ever rush her… but his desire to leave this somber place and celebrate their union was clear and… on some level, heart-warming. Rin took a moment to acknowledge the feeling of being so desired, and to return the sentiment.
She was almost ready to go.
From behind her, a large hand settled itself on Rin's shoulder, and the sound of billowing silk whispering against the breeze sounded as Sesshoumaru lowered himself to his knees beside his new wife. "Are you finished, Rin?" His fingers slid along the back of her arm, curving around the bend of her elbow guiding her to lean against him, the black of her hair melting against the black damask of his wedding robes as she sagged against him, breathing in the comfort of his familiarity.
"Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama; Rin is certain he would understand her choice, and approve."
The hand not holding her elbow reached around, and warm finger tips skimmed the smooth skin of her cheek bone, before gliding down the column of her throat and reaching to cup the back of her neck, giving the muscles a reassuring squeeze. "You will be cared for, Rin. Protected."
The young woman nodded shyly and lowered her eyes, still unused to his verbalizing such promises aloud, "Rin knows, and… So do they."
Her father's sacrifice of his own life for hers would not be in vain. Sesshoumaru would see to it, as he had from the moment he'd revived her, that Rin's life was comfortable and secure, and most importantly, that she was happy.
Sesshoumaru merely nodded, making some inarticulate grunt of understanding before disengaging and pulling Rin up with him when he stood.
Youkai or human did not matter, Rin was in good hands.