InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets of the Snow ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha, or anything else for that matter.. Okay, so I own some stuff, just not InuYasha... If I did it would probably suck! lol


I wrote this pretty much at work and during any free time I could accost here. This was surprisingly easy to write, but the picture in my head made me want to cry. The song that helped this was "Snow White Queen" by Evanescence and if you listen to the song maybe you'll understand lol


Secrets of the Snow


By Miztikal-Dragon




Chapter Two


It seemed to feel like death was an eternity spent entirely in darkness, noiseless, empty and completely nonexistent. She had felt this way when she was younger and was caught in between being asleep and waking. The only exception was that she was neither hot or cold, she couldn’t feel anything around her, just only the black emptiness to occupy her mind. Her thoughts weren’t silent however, they raced over the pain she had felt, the horror, and relief when her silver hair stranger acquiesced to her final request, to end her suffering.


There was a dulled ache in her chest, a throb that waxed and waned fighting the emptiness around her and calling out to her. Was she really dead? She hadn’t felt released now that she thought about it and if she had truly died, would there be the pain in her heart? Shouldn’t it have dissipated with her last breath? Panic took over her and she trembled, if she wasn’t dead then what had happened to her when she lost consciousness? Did her savior leave her to the bandits or did he take her back to his layer to eat her flesh? It had been snowing the last she remembered so why couldn’t she feel the bite of the harsh cold or the warmth of animal skins keeping her warm? Why did she feel so void of everything?


“Breathe,”


The cold voice shocked her system and sharp needles of chilly cold air fought its way into her chest and instead of stealing her breath away, it gave her life. At first she choked on it, her eyes snapping open as she clutched her throat and turning her vision away from the blinding light above her. Tears clouded her vision as the tremors took over her body, every muscle twitching and screaming with protest. Nothing was obeying her command; in fact, her body was unwilling to do anything she ordered and though there was no pain, she couldn’t help but fear that she was dying. Then, as suddenly as the tremors had started, she was engulfed with a burning heat starting at her hip and spreading like wildfire over her. A large hand slid up her side, the warmth slipping out from the pads of the large fingers and in their wake, the tremors wracking her small body ceased immediately.


She new that it was an inappropriate touch, one that left her cheeks feeling hot and her body flushed and she gasped desperately trying to take in more cold air than her lungs would allow. The touch was doing things to her that she didn’t understand, alien things she had only heard whispers about between husband and wife and though she felt she should struggle against it and feel offended and horrified, it wasn’t as easy as she thought it should be. Her body arched under the electric touch, her heart hammering in her ribcage and the beating organ skipped a beat as a pair of icy lips pressed against her collarbone. A hushed gasp ripped from her throat as sharp teeth nipped at her skin, her fingers clutching the fabric of her seducer’s clothing and digging into the strong shoulders. She couldn’t think, could barely breathe and she was melting with every passing second.


“S-Sesshomaru?” The squawking voice shook away all the feeling swirling around her and her eyes snapped open as teeth sank into her shoulder.


The eyes that greeted her when the teeth released her were red--red like the blood droplets on his lip and the squawking voice called out again, more shrilly than before hurting her ears as she tried to ignore the sound. Every muscle in the creature’s body above her stiffened, the clawed hand on her hip twitching madly against her.


“Jaken,” the creature above her blinked and the once red eyes were clear amber.


The hands on her disappeared as well as any warmth she had been encased in and the emptiness replaced it like it had never left her. This creature, this Sesshomaru stood tall, his silver hair perfectly straight as if he just hadn’t done anything besides stand there and breathe. His amber eyes narrowed slightly as he licked the blood from his lip, giving off the impression that the taste was disgusting.


“Lord Sesshomaru!” The voice wailed breaking the silence and a flash of green and brown caught the corner of her vision. “I’ve finally found you!”


The small obnoxious green creature launched itself onto Sesshomaru, it’s stubby short arms wrapping around the white cloth of Sesshomaru’s pants, the creature crying it’s laments and howling like a dying toad and in the blink of an eye it was being thrown into the surrounding snow and stepped on. Sesshomaru’s large boot came down on the green beast, it’s overly large eyes bugging out as more squawks of pain were cried out.


“Jaken,” Sesshomaru spoke coldly, his boot kicking the creature for good measure. “See to our guest.”


He didn’t wait for his order to be acknowledged, didn’t even wait for another word to be spoken to turn his back and walk away into the swirling snow. It reminded her of the cold hearted bandits which rampaged on the village where she lived. Sesshomaru wasn’t a kind creature, his actions were evidence enough, but then why was she still alive? There had to have been a reason to it, because it wouldn’t make sense and she did not like being confused like this, not when her life was stuck somewhere in the balance.


“Come girl,” the short toad creature, Jaken sighed heavily, his large eyes slanted as he glared at her. “Lord Sesshomaru does not repeat himself. You best be grateful that my lord took pity on you or else you’d be dead.”


“My name’s Rin,” pity was it? Well she could accept pity, even if it hurt her pride just a smidge. She was used to being given pity, yet the very thought of it coming from Sesshomaru wasn’t easy to swallow.


Jaken waited for Rin to climb to her feet, his eyes never wandering back behind himself to make sure she was following him. He himself could not explain his master’s actions, not when so much hung in the balance--when Sesshomaru had so much to lose because of this small slip of a girl. The snow fell silently over Rin, the white crystal’s fluttering down and catching in her tangled hair like a lace curtain. It made her wonder if she spent too much time out in the snow would it steal the ebony color of her hair and leave it like Sesshomaru’s.


“Where are we going?” Rin asked hesitantly, the two of them were surrounded by snow covered everything--the tree’s, the air around them and even themselves, and though she knew that questions weren’t always the best things to ask, she wanted to be aware of her demise if they were leading her to be some sacrifice.


“Lord Sesshomaru’s temple,” Jaken spat, his body sunk into the snow, his arms struggling to wade through it. “He can’t have you walking around covered in dirt and blood, it’s unbecoming of a snow sprite, and though I would have let you die human, my lord has given you a precious gift.”


“A snow sprite?” She gasped horrified, not bothering to look down at her clothing. She already knew the state of the material so there was no need to keep her last memories fresh. “H-how is that possible, I’m human? No one is powerful enough to turn a human into a sprite--is Sesshomaru the Snow God?”


The small toad turned on her, his eyes set a blaze, his grubby hand digging into his pocket and emerging with a long wood staff. The two carved heads caught her off guard more so than the creature in front of her until the staff was swung at her first hitting the soft flesh of her side and then her ankles sending her crashing to the ground in a heap. Jaken looked like a vicious demon, albeit a tiny, viscous demon, but one not to be trifled with and all she could do was stare unblinking at him.


“It is Lord Sesshomaru to you sprite!” He yelled waving his staff in her direction like he was winding up to strike her again. “He is more powerful than any Snow God, he is the single most powerful demon in the entire universe and the only reason he even bothers with the snow is because he was cursed by Mother Nature herself for not acquiescing to her disgusting orders.”


“Mother Nature?” She bit down on her lower lip trying to bite back the curiosity, but Jaken seemed to be on a rant and who was she to try and stop him.


“Yes, the creator of all that you see before you,” the green toad’s mood calmed and though he appeared upset it was like he was stuck in a not so fond memory. “She approached my lord hundreds of years ago wanting him for her female purposes, but Lord Sesshomaru takes orders from no woman, no matter what the class of being. She was angry at his refusal and as punishment she cursed him to be the bringer of snow. He can’t escape it and my lord is more noble than any creature I have served.”


“Wow,” it was the only reply she could offer as the white haze swirled around them, a shadow appearing and once everything settled she sat staring in front of a large stone temple that hadn’t been in front of her before.


“Of course the stupid woman did not get off unscathed,” Jaken continued waiting for Rin to get to her feet and she did so quickly. “Lord Sesshomaru is not one to go down without a fight and as that witch cursed him, he struck her down. His poisonous claws dug into her face and stole away the beauty that had been there. What I would have given to be there to see my lord in action, I bet it was marvelous.”


“So are you a sprite too?” She asked as her feet touched the steps that led her up to the temple, the simplicity of it was breathtaking and she smiled softly as she felt something calling to her, whispering her name in the wind.


“No, I am merely a demon servant,” if Rin wasn’t so caught up in the whispers she would have sworn that Jaken was jealous of her, but what there was to be jealous of she wasn’t sure. “Lord Sesshomaru was only allowed one sprite and that gift he has bestowed on you and no one else.”


The whispers grew louder and Jaken’s faded into the back of her mind. She felt at peace, the heat and icy coldness swirling around her, touching every inch of her and almost examining her with unseen eyes and hands. She was safe within herself, safe within the whirlwind of what she thought to be magic and her companion’s story was entirely plausible. Rin wouldn’t dare call Jaken a liar, not after what she had witnessed, what she had been through and if it was a vengeful woman spurred by rejection that had led Rin to where she was now then she was thankful that Sesshomaru refused.


‘You can go anywhere the snow touches,’ a soft feminine voice lulled her into a trance and Rin nodded to the words. ‘Anywhere the snow touches and only where it is if life is where you long to stay.’


There was more the feminine voice wanted to say, she could tell by the way the air left off before the roar of an enormous beast filled the temple and her thoughts. She recognized the sound and her heart leapt into her throat, the whispers vanishing like a cloud around her. Her feet stole her from the temple, the wind racing through her now silky straight hair and she raced desperately trying to catch up to the echoing roars ringing in her ears. She was close to him, so close that she could almost feel the warmth of his embrace and it only spurred her faster through the trees.


Jaken’s voice rang out behind her, fading as the distance between them grew; however, nothing would stop her now, not even Sesshomaru--she couldn’t stop no matter what. The trees around her thinned out and a shadow fell over her and lifting her eyes to the sky she saw golden fur and bright orange fire flying above her.


“Kohaku!” She called out, her voice loud and desperate and she continued forward.


Never in her wildest dreams could she ever imagine that it would be this easy to find Kohaku, to get back her happiness and the giddy feeling in her stomach exploded as she sped on top of the fallen snow. She called for Kohaku again, straining her voice as loud as she possibly could and it paid off as his voice rang back with her name. Hysterical laughter bubbled up into her throat when the trees finally cleared and merely yards away stood the boy she loved.


“KOHAKU!” she cried out as she pushed herself harder, her arms reaching out to him and grabbing onto him as soon as he was close enough to her.


A sob escaped her throat, the tears sliding down her cheeks as she crushed him against her, his warmth stinging her, yet filling her to the brim at the same time. Kohaku’s brown hair had grown longer, his deep eyes filled with so much emotion she could barely contain herself as she pressed her lips to his in relief and more desperation than she knew she had hiding inside of her. It was as though she was waking up from a horrible dream and finally reality would take place. Her and Kohaku would get married, have a mess of children and she would be happy, letting everything else before the current moment fade from her memory, never to reappear.


Kohaku’s warmth was fleeting and all Rin knew was that she needed more, desired more of the boy in front of her and as caught up in the moment as she was she didn’t register another calling out her beloved’s name in horror until something smashed into her. Whatever it was, it tore her away from Kohaku’s arms, pushed her feet away from him and filled her with a burning flame of pain.


“Demon!” A familiar male voice shouted angrily and the pain spiked in her body making her scream. “Let your true form be shown!”


Rin forced her eyes open to catch a glimpse of her attacker; however all she could see was Kohaku standing like a statue in front of her, his eyes glassy and lost, his knees down covered in thick ice sickles. What was happening? Her mind was fuzzy and she gasped as something hot struck her shoulder, ripping open the flesh and splattering her in her thick red blood. Another scream errupted from her throat, her nails digging into the snow as she forced herself to her feet, her hand desperately reaching for Kohaku.


“Kohaku,” she sobbed as another wave of pain hit her and she collapsed mid step, her entire body crumbling under the pressure crushing her.


The warmth of a frozen wind caressed her and instead of the clear sky, silver and amber filled her vision, Sesshomaru was there. His eyes were cold and clouded, his clawed hands rough as he tore a scrap of paper from her shoulder, her blood staining him before it oddly faded to white and flaked off of him and onto the ground. Another sob escaped her throat as Sesshomaru gently pulled her into his arms, her entire body numb and she felt herself slipping.


“P-Please Sesshomaru,” she whispered willing her hand to point in Kohaku’s direction, yet the appendage flopped and hung limply, swaying as he stood. “Kohaku--”


Blue met amber and though the tears would not stop falling she prayed that Sesshomaru would save Kohaku from whatever she’d done to him…



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