InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Reincarnation With A Twist ❯ Confusion ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Rin, and I don't own Sesshoumaru or Kagura.

A/N: Just another chapter of a fic that hasn't been beta'd. Forgive mistakes, yadda, yadda.

Sesshoumaru entered his high-rise, removing his shoes in the area designated for such and throwing his coat on the couch, and landing softly beside it with a resolute 'huff'.

Something in his apartment didn't feel quite… right… though…

Something was off; the scent? The temperature?

He couldn't put his finger on it, other than the feeling of unease sweeping through him as he set his coffee down gave him goose bumps and made his hair stand on end.

Annoyed with himself, he rose and walked to the bathroom. 'Too much coffee' he decided mentally.

Washing his hands, and drying them, he turned to exit before catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

Dammit.

He noticed a few silvery-gray strands coming in at the sides of his head and he shuddered. He was far, far too young to already be going gray. He played with the strands for a few moments, trying to cover them with his collar-length black hair, and failing miserably.

Oh, well… At least my eyes look awesome today… He smirked, noticing how his usually dark brown eyes seemed to nearly glow with health. Women love a man with 'pretty' eyes.

Exiting the bathroom, he went to the room where that… child, was supposed to be staying. Seeing she wasn't there, he was slightly annoyed. There were not many places she could be, other than in his bedroom.

If that brat is in my room…

He stormed towards his door, and shoved it open with zeal, expecting to catch the little intruder in the act.

Nothing.

Where is she?

A foreign feeling of panic settled in, and the odd feeling from earlier came back, this time stronger than ever.

Rin.

Why did he care if she'd run off? What did it matter to him where she was? It was all that brat's fault he'd been so upset as to leave in the first place! Still… Something wasn't right.

A knock on the door forced him to move his current position of standing stupidly, and staring at his empty - for once well made - bed, beckoning him to the front once more.

He opened the door without bothering to check who it was, and seeing Kagura standing there, he visibly relaxed. "Have you seen Rin?"

What?

What the hell was he doing asking his fuck buddy if she'd seen that kid? That was not what he'd meant to say.

Kagura brushed the question off, "I don't think you have to worry about her right now. She's off… playing."

Suspicion and dread ran him through like a knife. Why is this scene so utterly familiar? Déjà vu seemed to be a special friend to him lately. "Playing?"

"Um hmm, Now… Aren't you going to invite me in?" She batted her eyes at him, and licked her lips invitingly, but the gestures were lost on him.

Something in him, some deep part of his subconscious was telling him there was something terribly wrong… He had to go. Now.

Without bothering to put his coat on, Sesshoumaru stepped into his boots hurriedly, and bolted down the hall, leaving the door to his apartment wide open and Kagura standing in a huff.

He didn't know how he knew where he was going, he didn't even think - he just ran… Ran as fast as he could. He'd never felt swifter, and his breathing was un-labored even as he sought to push himself to the limit. Truthfully, he felt like he was flying down the stairs and out to the street in front of his apartment building.

People stared as he rushed by, but Sesshoumaru paid them no mind as he continued to run at top speed, yet easily navigated through the throngs of foot-traffic so typical of Tokyo. His heart was pounding, but not in exertion… In fear.

Rin. Rin. Rin. Rin.

Every fiber of his being told him to get to her, to go to her, to run to her side.

Something is wrong, something is wrong, something is wrong…

He rounded a corner and the scent of cherry blossoms as well as another, undefined scent hit his nose so hard and so overwhelmingly he thought he would be sick. It wasn't even the season for cherry blossoms, and the trees had barely begun to sprout the buds that would become pink and white flowers soon enough - but yet he could smell them.

He didn't have time to think, he just changed directions as the tightening in his stomach loosened with each step. He was going to make it.

He spotted her then, sitting on a bench with a man in his mid-twenties wearing brown corduroy pants, and a brown shirt. His hair was tied up in a pony tail and his face was painted with a wolfish grin.

His hand was on Rin's thigh.

"Did you say you were here all alone?" He heard the man ask.

Baka, I never said anything at all… I can't talk. Rin gave a death glare to the man with the dirty magazines tucked under his arm.

"This child is with me." A deep baritone voice broke from seemingly out of nowhere, and in an instant Rin bolted up and ran to hide behind Sesshoumaru's leg.

"Who're you?" The stranger asked, glaring at Sesshoumaru with a cock-sure smile.

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes into his best death glare, and watched as the man began to tremble oh-so-pleasingly.

In a huff, the guy turned and stomped away, leaving Sesshoumaru alone with Rin.

Suddenly becoming aware of the small hands clinging to his thigh, he turned his face downward. She was trembling…

"You… Are no longer in danger." Gods, he was bad at things like this. Comforting children wasn't something he was particularly… good at. Did he even know any other children?

Two small arms reached up, and it took Sesshoumaru a minute to understand she was asking him to lift her, but finally he got the message after she jumped a few times; insisting he do as she wished.

With a sigh, he lifted her, only to have her forehead smacked right into his face… Well, his mouth, actually. "Are you trying to give me a fat lip, brat?" He complained.

The girl huffed, completely exasperated. She pointed once to his mouth, then to her forehead, and made a kissing motion. "You want me to kiss you? On the forehead?" Sesshoumaru eyed Rin skeptically as she nodded and smiled in quick succession.

"No." He wasn't about to do such a thing. Never. He would never do something like that.

Rin narrowed her eyes, and for a moment she looked nearly… menacing. She did her pantomime routine one more time, this time with a scowl on her face.

"If I do it, this is a one time thing." he challenged.

Pffft… You idiot. You've been kissing my forehead for five centuries. Rin tried not to roll her eyes at her 'husband', and to instead play the part of a smiling little girl. She gave large sincere eyes, and crossed her heart as though in promise.

Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes, and leaned in close, giving her small forehead the barest, quickest peck. "There? Are you satisfied?" He harumphed.

Rin smirked, feeling the tightness of her throat ease as it always did… This was one thing that wasn't based on youkai powers… So his being human should not have affected it. This was a gesture that's power to give her back her voice was rooted solely in… Love.

He set her down, staring for a moment. He was… waiting for something, but he did not know what he was waiting for… After a moment he heard a small voice. "Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama." Rin's voice came out crackled and dry, but it was there.

He turned to stare at her… The vibrations of her small voice were coming in in stereo, tugging on his memory once again…

What is going on?

It was then that he noticed… The unidentified scent in the air he could smell almost a block away? It was coming from… Rin.

To his further astonishment, he glanced up at the street signs… And his mouth hung wide open.

He'd run more than three miles from his apartment building; yet he wasn't even winded.

He checked his watch. No. That couldn't be correct… He pulled his PDA from his pocket and double checked the time. It had been only 18 minutes since he'd left his apartment, and not including the encounter with that creepy guy, and picking Rin up and kissing her on the forehead that meant…

He estimated he'd run more than three miles, in about eight minutes.

This… is… this is impossible!