InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Reincarnation With A Twist ❯ Who are you? ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Ravyn Skye
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 08.26.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 300 | Status: Completed

Disclaimer: I don't own Sess and Rin.
A/N: Here we go! We're REALLY getting into it now!
Japanese: Ore* no "Sesshourun**" namae wa janai da! Ore wa Sesshoumaru-sama desu! (For me, Sesshourun is not the name! I am Sesshoumaru-sama!)
*Please note that there are many ways to say 'I' in Japanese, and they all have different connotations. Most men routinely use 'Boku' for 'I' (It is a gentle/nice way of saying 'I' for a man, and very humble) - but 'Ore' is a rough way of saying 'I'… It kind of implies 'I'm a mean/tough/badass guy'.
**A way to make cute 'nicknames' in Japanese is to add or replace the end of a name with a 'Rin' or a 'Run'. You could say, for instance… 'Inuyarin' for Inuyasha's name, and make it 'cutesy' too.
Rorikon is the Japanese way of saying 'Lolicon' and here it is used to mean: A man with a sexual fetish for young girls under the age of 15. (Don't worry, he's denying he is one XD)

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Rin followed silently behind watching as his eyes slid down over his shoulder on occasion, making sure she was still walking a pace behind.
"Maru, you and I have to speak." Rin whispered quietly.
At her calling him as 'Maru', Sesshoumaru felt a jolt of familiarity. A vision of an older Rin poised on top of him, riding him while her fingers were splayed over his chest and his hands gripped and guided her hips while her face was flushed with pleasure floated into his mind. Maru… Oh gods, Maru… I'm going to…
He stopped. He turned and his eyes narrowed, "What did you call me?" He demanded.
His sense of confusion was making him irrationally angry. Who was this child, to come into his life and disrupt things? How dare she! What right did she have to do this to him? What right did this insignificant little girl have to make him feel this strange and completely ridiculous feeling of obligation? And worse… Make him think sexual thoughts about her? Unforgivable!
She was nothing to him; no one. She was still a child and he was not some kind of rorikon who spent his time lusting for children and browsing through the Under Fifteen section of media stores. Junior Idols weren't to his liking.
He preferred experienced women, not shy blushing virgins, who would call him a 'pervert' and beg him to 'please stop' every five minutes; making him feel like some kind of… rapist.
He hated that. He hated that it was considered cute to blush and cry and beg your partner to stop what they were doing during sex.
Sesshoumaru had never cared much for the feelings of others, but he did care about the now somewhat outdated concept of honor, and no honorable man would force himself on a woman… And considering his blind-spot concerning reading the emotions of others, he could never be sure when the woman was merely trying to be cute in her resistance, or if she truly meant she wished him to stop. For that reason, he avoided the situation all together, and chose to be only with women who didn't say 'stop, no please… this is so perverted!' constantly during sex.
Well, okay… He'd concede to the idea that for some reason there were a few girls around age fourteen that he'd felt the occasional random and never once acted on attraction to. But, come to think of it, all those girls looked almost like an older version of…
He looked at the child crossing her arms in front of herself, huffing and silently brooding. She looked up at him, Gods is he ever hopeless… Five centuries I'd spent with him, and he'd finallymatured some, and now I have to start over at square one, with him as a twenty-three year old again. Gods that was an awful age for him… He didn't truly come into his own until he was nearly 940 or so… About 27 in human years.
"Not here, Sesshourun." She replied, picking on him even more. It wasn't fair and she knew it, but he was acting like a child - Being so overly concerened for a nickname? Ridiculous! If he was going to be like this, then Rin would tease him for it. Not only that but she was frustrated and there was nothing else she could do. It wasn't fair to blame him for the situation, but there was no other target to take out her frustrations on.
Honestly, Rin was totally surprised he had the same name. What on earth would possess human parents to name their child 'Sesshoumaru'? In this day and age? Killing perfection? Total and complete destruction of life? For someone who owns an international publishing company? That makes no sense.
Sesshoumaru stood over the girl, strongly resisting the urge to strike her. "Ore no "Sesshourun" namae wa janai da! Ore wa Sesshoumaru-sama desu!" He stated quietly but threateningly; growling the words roughly in warning.
Rin fought not to roll her eyes. "Hai, Seshoumaru-sama." She replied, very overly dramatic in her 'respect'. This was quickly growing tiring, and she fought not to refer to him simply as 'teme'.
Rin held her ground against the death glare he was giving her. She'd seen it so often over the centuries that it ceased to affect her. "I'll tell you when we get home. Here is not the place."
Her response startled him. It seemed to indicate that she was, indeed, someone to him. There was something to tell, and he was impatient to find out what it was. He simply hated the feeling that someone might know something he did not, that was important to him. "Then you are saying you are someone to me?"
"At home, Sesshoumaru-sama." Rin replied, stalking off in front of him, knowing he'd not tolerate her walking in front of him for long.
True to form he easily caught up to her, taking his place a pace in front of her, leading the way once more. Rin looked up at him, the familiar features of centuries together wiped nearly clean and replaced with a black haired, unmarked face and soft human hands with no claws. Still… He was undeniably handsome, as he'd always been. She felt her face heat up, and glanced down and to the side.
Even if she told him, and even if he believed her… There was no way he'd act on anything for many more years to come.
Rin glanced down at her child's body, feeling lonely and frustrated all over again. Stupid Tenseiga! Stupid, stupid, stupid sword!
No… That wasn't how she really felt. She knew that without that sword she'd have never even had a single lifetime to share with her mate, and even if some things were… inconvenient… She was still grateful.
Speaking of gratitude, despite inconveniences… Wasn't it the same with Sesshoumaru? Didn't he just save her from some creepy guy dressed in brown with a long black ponytail and wolfish grin… again?
She glanced up at her mate's back, then down to his unfamiliar human hands. These were not the hands that had held her for so long; brought her pleasure on so many nights and kept her safe from enemies who would claim her life prematurely… But they were still his and they were all she wanted to feel once more.
Slowly, she reached for his hand, slipping her small fingers into his palm and giving a light squeeze. "Thank you, Sesshoumaru-sama." She said softly, "For coming for me..." Again, Rin added silently in her mind; for coming for me again and as usual.
Sesshoumaru felt the small palm press against his larger hand, and the warmth and comfort and familiar sense of déjà vu pressed against his mind. He did not pull away; did not even consider it… Did not even want to pull away.
He heard her speak and before he could consider his words, he slid his eyes down and to the side to stare at the side pony tail bobbing as she walked quickly, forcing her short legs to keep up with his gait while he walked.
"It was nothing." He responded, though not as coldly as he usually would have… And of its own volition his hand squeezed Rin's small one in return, and his lips tilted up slightly.
I will always come for you, Rin… The silent promise felt both old as time and comforting, but frightening in its newness and the unfamiliar weight of responsibility settled deep in his stomach. The thought felt unfinished, as though the rest of it were on the tip of his tongue and he pressed himself to continue.
I will always come for you, Rin… and… I… al…ways… ha…ve…
The young man's heart and head both started to pound, and his stomach felt sick. His sense of smell was overwhelming him again, and suddenly he could hear the quiet and distant chatter ofeveryone around him; their words loud and clear as never before.
His apartment was only a block away… But before he could make it to the crosswalk, Sesshoumaru fell to his knees, and the sudden brightness of the light forced him to close his eyes and he felt himself slumping forward.
He winced when he heard Rin scream his name, her tone was absolutely deafening to his newly sensitive ears… But even with his eyes closed he could feel something of her, some energy emanating from her, something invisible but real that, the closer he got to her - the more it was pulling on him. Feeding some seed in the pit of his belly he'd never known was there.
He focused on the feeling, willing it to become the only sensation he could feel and the chatter around him fell silent as people stopped to form a circle and stare.
Her small arms were wrapping around his neck, her scent was beginning to cover all others the nearer she drew and he wrapped his arms around her in return, pulling her close and burying his nose in her pulse point out of some kind of… instinct.
"Shhhhhhhhhhh…" She was shushing him, petting his hair, and holding him as best she could… "Maru…" He heard her whisper again and this time… It sounded right to his ears.
He was… Panting, and trying to catch his breath without taking in more of the obnoxious odors swirling around him, but Rin's hair seemed like a perfect filter and he pushed his face even further down. His nose felt two small dips, two tiny marks marring her otherwise perfectly smooth flesh and some insane urge made him want to… bite into them.
Abruptly, he pulled away, staring at her small round face. She had concern in her eyes, and for a moment she no longer looked at all like a child to him... There was some warmth there too, that he had never seen in the eyes of any other person. It was the way one looked at a…
"Are you okay?" She whispered softly, breaking off his thought while he fought to answer, in the end only settling for a single nod of his head, while he continued to study her intently.
Remembering the small marks he had felt, Sesshoumaru looked down to her shoulder and brushed her hair away, tugging the collar of her shirt down and to the side - feeling as if he somehow had every right in the world to touch her like this, so much so that the thought he may be invading her space never even entered his mind - and came face to face with two circular marks that looked like some kind of…
"What is this?" He asked, running the pad of his thumb over the mark, and feeling that same warmth and energy he'd felt earlier creep under his skin and tug on something from him in return. Stretching it, making it expand and grow until it would ultimately consume him… But it felt somehow… addictive; and he only wanted more.
He had to force himself to stop stroking her neck like this… A grown man touching a little girl like this in public? What will people think?
Rin smiled softly, watching as the people seemed to begin to move about their business on the city street, now that he no longer seemed in danger of passing out. "That…" Rin reached up her small hand to cup his face, staring at the very light brown eyes with the golden centers, which greeted her and she felt something akin to wonder and a giddy happiness. It was as if she could discover him all over again…
Heedless of anyone else's reactions, Rin couldn't help pressing her forehead to his, and gripping the sides of his face, trying to ensure he couldn't pull away. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let the comfort of being near this familiar stranger give her the courage to speak the truth, "That is… The most important gift you ever gave me."

Here it is! So… What do you guys think? Lemme know! I didn't even realize how many of you really liked this story, until I instituted the poll at the top of my profile! (Without reviews, I never know what you guys are reading and enjoying, and what you aren't, but I know not everyone likes to review.)