InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Returning to the Path of Sesshoumaru's Eyes ❯ The Reflection ( Chapter 1 )

 

Returning to the Path of Sesshoumaru's Eyes

 

 

 

Rin hummed quietly as she picked herbs for her lord's lastest battle wounds. Over the years, Jaken and Lord Sesshoumaru had shown her which herbs and flowers to pick for certain ailments and potions. At the age of sixteen, she had already become quite the alchemist. She also learned how to cook, hunt with a bow, some light fencing, and sung rather pleasantly. However, under her lord's care she had also become very, very smart.

 

After finding all the herbs she needed, she raced to the meadow's edge, where a great beast lay dying and her lord stood. “Lord Sesshoumaru!” she tentitavely called out seeking a sign from him it was safe. His hand beckoned her forward, and she raced to him. Her eyes looked him over and she quickly found a slash across his shoulder bleeding. Gingerly she ran her fingers against its length, and then motioned him to sit down. Taking her small knife, she ripped a section of the fabric of his haori away, and ran water from her flask over the wound. She met his gaze sympathetically, spying her caring reflection in his eyes before took out another flask. He hissed softly between clenched teeth as she poured sake over the wound, staring off into the horizon as she sanitized his battle wound.

 

“I'm sorry”, she thought as she heard the hiss turn into a soft purr. Startled, she jolted to her side to grind the herbs and flowers into a heavy paste, and made haste to rub the cooling mixture gently on top of the gash in his skin. With her aid, his wounds would close even faster. Normally Sesshoumaru would let the wounds heal naturally, but with the increased demonic auras in air, there were no chances to be taken. “I can't believe Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha had actually come to an agreement with other demons in Japan and Inuyasha's group was almost ready for the final battle”.

 

Rin sighed discontently, the worry evident on her features. It was her birthday. Each year she would be brought a new kimono to replace the previous one. They were on their way to the nearby village when they were denied access by the now slain beast. She heard the inuyokai next to her exhale, and looked up to see him studying her visage, his face showing no signs of any distinct emotions. Once again, she saw her reflection in his amber orbs, and watched as her face blushed furiously from within them.

 

“I didn't forget, Rin.”

 

In his eyes, she smiled. He reached out to her kimono, and her breath hitched in her throat as his hand lingered momentarily against her side, releasing when it quickly found the secret pocket with his comb. She took the comb from his hands, and their skin brushed against the others'. She reached up, taking a lock of his silken silver strands and silently ran the comb through. She shifted around, taking each lock and combing to perfection. He growled lowly, the hum faint in her ningen ears, not unlike a distant pleasant memory. It was other memories, such as other moments similar to this one throughout the years in which she assisted him.

 

She reached for the next lock of hair and then was startled to see there was none left- she had finished combing her lord's hair. She breathed in the silent moment, warm air, and gentle breeze for a moment and then leaned forward. “Sesshoumaru-sama I have finished the task”. She waited a long moment for his reply. It never came.

 

There, in a moment they both felt it- the companionship and the change within. Rin was no longer a child. She was changing into a woman. It was then when she came to terms with it. They got up, and Sesshoumaru walked briskly towards the village they were on their way to see. Jaken scrambled along as Rin was unusually silent. The blush drained from her cheek as she realized how easily readable her emotions were in her latest moment with her lord.

 

 

I'm in love with Sesshoumaru.

 

 

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