InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Returning to the Path of Sesshoumaru's Eyes ❯ The Secret Garden ( Chapter 4 )
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The Secret Garden
Each morning since they arrived at the castle, she would enter his chamber as soon as the sun peeked through the eastern side of the mountain. It would be dark and warm, with the scent of dragons blood incense and pine still lingering in the air. Rin would quietly tiptoe to the balcony and pull aside the screens. The pale, early morning light would then gently streak into the room, high-lighting Rin in a welcoming flood of gold and pinks.
Rin turned around and moved to the panels beside his bed, and pushed the curtain aside. There lay her precious, sleeping lord. His pale locks were spread out to his side and draped over the edge of his large, wide futon. Dark red silk draped from the high ceiling, gold scenes of demon battles etched throughout the curtains. His muscular, compact limbs were tangled in sheets, the maroon reflecting onto his pale skin and accenting his dark markings. The silver of his hair, the purple slashes on his body, his dark lashes against his pale cheeks, and the pale limbs almost shone off the wine embrace of his sheets.
Each morning, this startling, intimate view took her breath away. She granted her eyes the treat for a moment longer feeling something stir within her and hold her tounge before she finally found the words to say, “Sesshoumaru-sama. It is morning. I have your breakfast for you.”
Sesshoumaru would stir for a moment, purring a moment before rousing awake. He cleared his eyes with his hand, and then blinked, staring at Rin. She never knew he woke the minute her scent was detected in his room. The combination of the sakura blossoms, vanilla, and dragon's blood fusing together melded into his mind's eye as he slept. Each morning he would greet to day to see her standing there- wearing her all-white haori and hakama and her hair unkempt and down. Her tousled, rough locks shone and her dark eyes glittered in the early morning sun, the sun's piercing beams framing her in a halo of light. She was a mononoke, a ghost of his thoughts and desires.
Once Sesshoumaru had wakened, Rin would bow and turn to leave the area, disappearing behind the screen to prepare his tea. Everyday she added a small amount of the strengthening potion from her vial, a token of appreciation that he scoffed at, but no longer rejected. With a bowl of food, a small pot of matcha tea, and his chopsticks balanced on his tray, Rin would enter from behind the screen once more. “Here you are, Sesshoumaru-sama.”
She leaned down to set his cup, humming the soft tune of her childhood. She bowed, and then trod back outside the screen still bearing the soft tune. She sat down on a small mat, and taking out her own comb, she groomed her own hair. When she heard no more rustling of her lord, she knew he was done and she returned to comb his hair. Parting his hair into sections, she ran a precious mixture of jasmine and frank-insence oils through his soft hair, and ran the comb through, enjoying the luxurious feel of his silken locks. Unbeknownst to her, every morning a whisper of a smile would be on her lord's lips as she did so.
“Sesshoumaru-sama? Rin has finished.”
Sesshoumaru nodded. “Then this Sesshoumaru will gain your audience this evening. You are dismissed.”
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An hour later, Rin was trimming the rose bushes in the garden when she felt his presence. She nonchalantly continued cutting the weeds away from the precious flowers that she had grown to love over the past week. Indeed, Rin had taken it upon herself to come to this secluded garden every morning to cut all of the flowers while they were still closed, and sort them into arrangements that she placed all over the castle. She enjoyed watching them open up throughout the day with the sunlight. She also tended to an assortment of herbs, spices, and cherry blossom trees within the garden. Rin first encountered this area when walking past a solid stone wall and what was a rotted away door coated in weeds and ivy. Her instinct told her there was a hollow behind this wall- she had pried the door open and pushed aside the foliage. Now, an ivy planter had draped over a centuries-old arch and created a curtain of leaves, moss, and wild flowers sheltering Rin from the rest of the world. No one could see in, and no one could see out.
Rin felt Lord Sesshoumaru walk past, and wondered if he was possibly unaware of the garden's presence. He was such a solitary character, never speaking there than necessary, and always showing a sheer lack of emotions except in some of their most intimate conversations. He never seemed to see her during the day except as the sun was rising, unlike during the times of their travels. Only when the sun was faint in the sky was she ever within his audience anymore. She heard his walking come to a halt, yet he made no move to enter or call out her name.
Rin's thoughts momentarily trailed off to their nightly talks. What did they mean to Lord Sesshoumaru? More importantly, she thought about their most intense conversation to date- last night after her demonstration of her alchemy skills. With all that he had done to nurture and protect her, she longed to return the favor. She couldn't believe she sat within his audience, side by side every night this week. She was more than his vassal now. Even though the Lord had a long ways before admitting it, they were now companions. They often talked about politics, but a few times, Rin dared to ask the lord about simple questions. She had found out that the great lord's father was the dog demon in the tapestries, for instance. Lord Sesshoumaru even told her a bit about his father.
“Lord Sesshoumaru, why do you hate humans?”
The quiet lord exhaled sharply. Breathing in deeply he stood up from his mat on the floor, and padded to the balcony. He looked out towards the full moon he tried to collect his thoughts before starting.
“It starts with the story of my mother. She was a beautiful, strong demoness, and very, very wise. She came from a family of great honor and to her, honor was her highest goal. When she married my father, she fell in love with him. However, he did not return the sentiment. In fact, what he did to her was unforgivable. He single-handedly destroyed my mother.
I was often told that while I look a great deal like my father, it is my mother I resemble the most. Honor and strength are my highest goals. She never showed any emotion, and appeared cold to all. She even hid her love from my father because she knew he was too unstable.
The great InuNoTaishou fell in love with a ningen hime, and they secretly married and mated. Thus InuYasha was born. My mother was sick with heartbreak and went mad. She had fallen in love with my father, and rather than be disgraced by a marriage marred with ningen adultery, she threw herself out the balcony of her window to her death.”
Rin felt this explained his hatred towards humans, but she didn't understand why he would tell her this. Of all people, Rin was struck speechless. He had never spoken so much to her all at once. His face was as emotionless as ever, yet his hand was balled into a shaking, violent fist and he drew back from the balcony sharply. “Rin, I do not need your services any longer tonight. Forgive me, but I must retire.”
Rin looked at him with a mixture of shock and pity. She had never seen such a display from Sesshoumaru, and understood. He had never confided in this to anyone. He had not displayed his emotions, and remained cold as ice to the rest of the world because his lost his mother to them. The weight was becoming unbearable after such a long time with no one to confide in, no one to trust, and no one to live for. Yet underneath all of this, Rin still felt as if she was missing something. Something else was bothering her Lord.
She got up and bowed reverently, “Yes Sesshoumaru-sama. Rin understands.”
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A branch snapped under her lord's feet as he started to walk past her hiding spot, bringing her back from her intense thoughts. Lord Sesshoumaru-sama must want me to know he is here. He would never give his presence away if he wished to be unknown. “Lord Sesshoumaru, wait!” She ran out under the vines and caught his arm. “Lord Sesshoumaru, I have something to show you!” His ears twitched and his eyebrow rose at her. He stayed put, staring into the vines and not budging past the door. Rin extended her hand to him, moving his hand down to clasp her hand. She squeezed his hand lightly and smiled back at him, coaxing him in. They disappeared into the ivy and were immediately bathed in sunlight and treated to a warm breeze, shaking the fragrant sakura blossoms into the air.
Rin waited for a moment to ensure they were in private before speaking. “Sesshoumaru-sama, I have tended to this place for the past week, and will continue to do so. No one seems to notice its existence, as it was abandoned and in poor care when I found it. It is very quiet here, and very beautiful. Maybe this would be a nice place for your thoughts during the day; if you need it…I can even make myself scarce…”
“Rin, do you mean to say this Sesshoumaru is upset?”
“Sesshoumaru-sama, last night…I have never seen you like that before. I am worried…”
Rin noticed then that he wasn't paying attention. Instead, he was looking straight up at her balcony. That's when Rin noticed how far up her balcony was. Sesshoumaru stepped forward to the rose bushes, and moved them aside with his hand, the thorns cutting into his flesh. There, behind the bushes was a small upright stone. Childish kanji was etched into the stone, yet the hand looked familiar…
Here lies my mother. May Kami grant her love in the afterlife.
“No, Rin. Not everyone forgot about this place. It has been so long, but I cannot forget. This Sesshoumaru wishes not to feel the emotions, or feel at all. Yet the time has come for me to continue.”
Rin looked on in wonder, her eyes widening, and her heart pitying him, “When he was a child, he had to bury his own mother and hide the grave. What could be harder on a child than that? She stepped quietly forward, and touched his shoulders with his hands. “Sesshoumaru-sama? Sesshoumaru…dearest-” He spun around quickly, and drew her close to his chest, ragged breaths escaping and trailing down her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. She felt a warm wetness at the collar of her kimono, and together their knees gave out. Under the falling petals and the soft moss of the garden floor, Rin lay there and held the Great Lord of the West close to her heart as he cried.
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Sesshoumaru's head spun. There was a warm beating next to his ears, and a scent that he was lost in. Cherries, vanilla, and warm sunshine, and the comfort he felt from this embrace brought out a longing in him. Finally he looked up into Rin's visage and saw her tears.
Compassionate.
Warm.
Lovely.
Stirring.
Companion.
Mine.
Sesshoumaru looked up, and stopped when his lips were an inch from Rin's. She stayed frozen, unable to breathe as she waited for his move. Her eyes were wide with her easily readable emotions- Oh Kami, am I about to kiss her? He could smell sweet, musky scents mingle with her natural scent, and it drove him wild. He was at the breaking point and there was no going back- he cupped her chin with his hand. Rin's lip quivered, and that was the last straw. He moved off of her in to a sitting up position, trying to regain a sense of control.
“Rin, forgive me.”
“My Sesshoumaru dearest can never harm me.”
“I am afraid I have, little ningen.”
“I know your spirit, Sesshoumaru-dearest. Even if you show it to no other, or think I cannot see it. I know you.”
Sesshoumaru held back on griping her too tightly as to cause harm, but his arm drew her flush to him. Whipping around, he moved Rin on top and felt her settle into his form comfortably. He inwardly wished for his other arm for the sake of holding Rin closer to him. He had never touched anyone except for the purpose of killing or harm. But this was a different feeling. He felt shaken from feeling drawn to this action. He felt Rin moan and tremble beside him. He ran his hands through her hair while she softly hummed a tune.
Together, they stayed that way, looking into each other's eyes, and then eventually staring up into the sky to watch the clouds change their shapes and the sakura blossoms kiss their bodies as they fell from their brief flight. The sun rose to the halfway point in the sky, the sunlight bathing the pair in warmth.
“Rin.”
“Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama?”
“Tell me about your family. I told you about mine.”
Rin smiled. “Well, my family was fairly poor. My mother was a miko that abandoned her studies to be wed to my father. We sold whatever we could from our garden- we sold herbs and ingredients to doctors for medicines, and our fruits in the market. I had to help every day. I would get my brother and sister ready and we would both go out and pick the freshest herbs. Our father would sell the herbs in the market, and my mother would stay home in case a doctor came by, and I would stay home and help take care of my brother. After the bandits killed them, I barely remember what they looked like- but I do know we loved each other very much.”
“You ningens focus on love entirely too much. What about duty?”
Rin looked at him perplexed, “What do you mean? You mean to say my mother shouldn't have abandoned her priestess-hood?”
“I mean that fulfilling your duties in life should be of utmost concern, whether you care for them or not. Your Kami shall grant you rewards in the after-life, ningen.”
Rin eyed him quietly, and he turned to see her face. What on earth does he mean, my mother? Or does he mean to explain himself? Rin wondered what he meant by that statement, but her thoughts didn't have a chance to finish. Suddenly, loud and glaringly harsh ringing pealed from the entrance of the castle, protesting the couple's quiet meditive state. They separated immediately, the intrusive noise startling the both of them. “Bells?” Rin asked, out of breath.
“Yes. They announce an arrival.” Sesshoumaru looked away, his face unreadable.
“My Lord? Who has come?” Rin felt herself panic. Why was Sesshoumaru suddenly so distant? Has this displeased him? Rin watched as he got up briskly and reached to tug on the leg of his hakama. “Sesshoumaru-sama, please, I beg you to answer me!”
Sesshoumaru snorted to himself. I have been foolish. It has already started. Why is this happening to me? I can NOT give into her! I have a duty I must fulfill. I must not coddle Rin any longer. It will just hurt her. I will NOT become a self-fulfilling prophecy- my father's death will not go to waste.
“A hime. She is here to fulfill her duty. And I must go fulfill mine.”
Rin watched as he pulled himself together, and then strode out of the garden. She sat there, stupefied. She sank her face and cried, not noticing the weather changing rapidly with her tears- soon she was bathed in rain. After several minutes, she realized her foolishness- her lord had a duty, that was all. And she had her duty as well. Tears over the matter was silly, as this hime may have to be his mate, but she did not have his heart.
(AN: I am attempting longer chapters, but I would like to update frequently, my story is following a different style than the norm here on FF.net. I have decided to continue with the story because I have never come across another one quite like it. I see a lot of heavy romance, and very dramatical styles that work very well with this pair, but I want to try something different. I want to tell this story from a more slightly distant point of view- like the reader not knowing what Sesshoumaru told Rin under the tree on her birthday, or everything that goes on between them as it happens. Any other words, instead we are able to see everything from an outsider's point of view, with some of the thoughts of the main characters. Everything seems fairly open now, but that is about to change.
Please be warned, the next chapter will be very graphic, and for a more mature reading audience only. It will probably be the second-darkest chapter in this story. This next chapter will set the goals of the characters for the rest of the story. Thank you very much thus far, and please let me know what you think.)