InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets of the Snow ❯ Chapter four ( Chapter 5 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.27.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 220 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Romance / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.27.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 220 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything, don't make money off of this. I might have gone crazy, but at least I know that this disclaimer is true... sigh
Chapter Four
Spring had followed his orders without batting an eyelash, her raven hair flowing around her as she called for Fall, a small fox-like demon masquerading around as a child. Sesshomaru hadn’t been able to stand listening to Fall’s endless chatter, it was literally never-ending. Sesshomaru had blocked the annoying chatter from his mind, losing himself to the elements as he watched over his charge, her motionless body filling his stomach with unease.
It had him wondering if the woman he had saved had truly been human. There had to be another explanation as no human had affected him as much as she had without even lifting a finger. He didn’t like the feeling, the helplessness that circled around him as he stared unblinking as the two in front of him worked. If he listened carefully (when he wasn’t struggling to ignore it), it would have been obvious that the fox-child’s chatter wasn’t all random words, the same words slipping from Spring, but softer and more coaxing and Sesshomaru could feel his heartbeat speeding up. What were they doing to her?
As it turns out, neither of them had answers for him in the end. His charge would live, well at least as a snow sprite, but it would cost him. The price wasn’t something that was negotiable, there was no bargaining and once again his charge was encased in the heavy ice coffin and tucked away into the dark recesses of his temple. If he had been unchanged by her sudden appearance, losing her would not have been so bad, in fact, it would have been preferred and she would have been forgotten in time. However, he had never believed in luck and it wasn’t going to start believing in him it seemed either.
How many winters had come and gone since then, he had thought to himself? How many blizzards had he swept across the fields and villages that he could have sworn he saw her outline watching him almost sullenly? Truth be told, it felt like too many and he questioned his sanity as the winds picked up, littering the ground below him in white. They hadn’t given him any information how long it would take to heal his ward and release her from her icy prison. He had no clue if she would ever walk through the snow, if he would learn whether or not he regretted extending her existence and it picked at him slowly, almost subtly until she became all he could think about.
Spreading winter was easier than breathing to him now, his long fingertips casting everything he touched into snow and frost and he caught himself halfway through a sigh as he watched the encroaching greenery. Spring was wanting to come earlier, earlier than what was tolerable and he pushed out the power pulsing in his chest, the clouds above him turning darker gray as a storm began to brew. Sesshomaru wasn’t positive he could spend another winter deep in thought, harassed by the silence he once welcomed.
Jaken had left on his own, as the imp normally did every few years. He was probably trying to find a way out of Sesshomaru’s ‘punishment’; however that was a waste of time. The witch that had bound him to winter would only show herself when she felt necessary, she was a powerful and not to mention, vindictive creature. If she did not want to be bothered, no one would be able to find her, Sesshomaru included.
Despite what he wanted to admit (to either himself of any living creature), the witch who stole his life had shown him that he was not as emotionless as he once believe. He was calm, collective and more of a solitary creature, but the emotions he had claimed to not have felt were, but had been drowned out by his cool logic. They were amplified now that he was completely alone and curious about a human creature, a woman, that had no place in his life, but was there.
More often as of late, Sesshomaru had found his feet caring him towards the outskirts of the village that was a few miles from his appointed temple. Tall grass floated around during the spring and summer, but winter had left everything under a blanket of white. He could see the smoke leaving the small huts, hear the children laughing and screaming from a distance and even once or twice the glowing red eyes of a female cat demon. The guardian of the village. He already knew that most of the population of the rather small village were hunters, better known to him as demon exterminators and though he knew they would never be able to take him (even in their wildest dreams) he knew that they were trouble.
The village had its own monk, the younger human male being the creature who almost had stolen his ward from him. They were dangerous to her, he reminded himself, fatal to her health if she tried engaging them again and he pushed down the growl rising in the back of his throat. Turning his back to the village, he slowly headed back towards his temple, snowflakes flying around him, but not disturbing the perfectly straight silver hair he had. He didn’t want the reminder hanging on the back of his mind, not when he ached for things to go back to the way they had been before she came along. Sesshomaru hardly recognized himself anymore, this was almost insane!
The faint smell of the cat demon tickled his nose and he brushed it aside as he slowly trekked forward, the wind and white snowflakes picking up in earnest behind him. His emotions made the winter icier, crueler and though that alone had its own appeal, the thought was not a comforting one. It would undoubtedly grow colder, the weather more violent as his thoughts progressed; however it was at nightfall when it would rear its ugly head. Nightfall always had that kind of effect on him.
The foul stench of human male grew steadily as Sesshomaru inched closer to his temple, his prison as well as the smell of demon and his eyebrows scrunched together as he frowned, the clouds slowly creeping together at mid-day. A human wouldn’t be able to see his prison, that he had been positive of, but then again, he wondered if he was wrong. No one had ever said it was visible, though it went without saying that previous wandering humans had not been able to get a couple of yards near the stone prison.
That alone piqued his interest, the muted sound of his heels slapping against the stone steps making his ears itch. He was as quiet as the dead as he made his way through the entrance, an alien oil candle creating a shadowed light in the expansive stone building. There was no waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light---he did not lose that when he had crossed paths with the witch, it only made him find the intruder faster.
Sesshomaru had seen the boy before, he had been the one who his ward had attempted to beg for, the one she had almost killed and he felt his blood begin to simmer. There was no explanation to why he was inside Sesshomaru’s temple; although that hardly mattered at the moment. He was focused, his hand clutching a minature scythe, the long chain pooling on the floor on top of a large puddle of water and several large ice chunks.
Water? Sesshomaru was taken by surprise as the boy hacked away at his ward’s ice coffin, her pale hand already unsheathed and dangling lifelessly surrounded by ice. There wasn’t much left covering her, he realized slowly and the last of it fell to the floor with a soft clunking sound. It almost startled Sesshomaru, horrifying him to a point, that a mere human could break something he had made with his borrowed powers.
“Rin,” the boy’s voice called softly, a sound akin to a desperate sob. “Wake up Rin, oh god please wake up.”
Rin? It was a delicate sounding name and Sesshomaru decided it fitted the small girl being pulled into the human’s arms, her head lolling to the side as she was pulled from the crumbling, melting ice. What was that fool thinking? Sesshomaru wondered and yet he couldn’t find the strength to make his appearance known, he could only stare.
“Rin, please,” the boy called again more than desperate now, his hands shaking her as her name fell from his lips in a continuant chant.
The boy was already beginning to tremble, Rin’s cold body as cold as an ice cube, silently leeching the warmth from his human body. She wasn’t human anymore and the boy would only get himself killed if he continued, the poor fool. Sesshomaru no longer felt the need to be silent, the wind howling angrily behind him, screaming the emotions that he had yet to learn to show directly.
“Release her human,” Sesshomaru spat venomously as he cut off any possible route of escape, his silver hair blowing slightly, but only because it allowed it to.
“Demon,” it was a whisper, but an angry one and Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at the subtle challenge.
“I will not repeat myself human,” he continued ignoring the challenge. It was pointless, Sesshomaru was not the type torture a lesser creature, not when his ward had an affliction towards the boy, human feelings he told himself. “She is no longer human.”
“She has a name!” The boy took a step back, his eyes darting around searching for any hope, but not backing down. “It’s Rin, and she is human!”
“Rin,” Sesshomaru instantly liked the way her name rolled off his lips and the boy in front of him stiffened as the temple pulsed around them.
It was the soft intake of air that alerted Sesshomaru that his ward had been released from her slumber, her long lashes fluttering almost sleepily before opening and spotting him. She seemed as if she was in a daze as she stared at Sesshomaru, the twin orbs widening and her mouth opening in a silent whisper.
“Sesshomaru,” it had never occurred to him how it pleased him hearing her say his name, but it did.
E/N: Because I feel evil, I'm leaving it there! I was suffering a bad case of writer's block, but after waxing my truck I found it alot easier to come back to this story and finish what I wanted. Yayz! Thanks to all my reviewers, story alerters and favoriters. I appreciate you. Hope that I'll get the next chapter done soon.
Chapter Four
Spring had followed his orders without batting an eyelash, her raven hair flowing around her as she called for Fall, a small fox-like demon masquerading around as a child. Sesshomaru hadn’t been able to stand listening to Fall’s endless chatter, it was literally never-ending. Sesshomaru had blocked the annoying chatter from his mind, losing himself to the elements as he watched over his charge, her motionless body filling his stomach with unease.
It had him wondering if the woman he had saved had truly been human. There had to be another explanation as no human had affected him as much as she had without even lifting a finger. He didn’t like the feeling, the helplessness that circled around him as he stared unblinking as the two in front of him worked. If he listened carefully (when he wasn’t struggling to ignore it), it would have been obvious that the fox-child’s chatter wasn’t all random words, the same words slipping from Spring, but softer and more coaxing and Sesshomaru could feel his heartbeat speeding up. What were they doing to her?
As it turns out, neither of them had answers for him in the end. His charge would live, well at least as a snow sprite, but it would cost him. The price wasn’t something that was negotiable, there was no bargaining and once again his charge was encased in the heavy ice coffin and tucked away into the dark recesses of his temple. If he had been unchanged by her sudden appearance, losing her would not have been so bad, in fact, it would have been preferred and she would have been forgotten in time. However, he had never believed in luck and it wasn’t going to start believing in him it seemed either.
How many winters had come and gone since then, he had thought to himself? How many blizzards had he swept across the fields and villages that he could have sworn he saw her outline watching him almost sullenly? Truth be told, it felt like too many and he questioned his sanity as the winds picked up, littering the ground below him in white. They hadn’t given him any information how long it would take to heal his ward and release her from her icy prison. He had no clue if she would ever walk through the snow, if he would learn whether or not he regretted extending her existence and it picked at him slowly, almost subtly until she became all he could think about.
Spreading winter was easier than breathing to him now, his long fingertips casting everything he touched into snow and frost and he caught himself halfway through a sigh as he watched the encroaching greenery. Spring was wanting to come earlier, earlier than what was tolerable and he pushed out the power pulsing in his chest, the clouds above him turning darker gray as a storm began to brew. Sesshomaru wasn’t positive he could spend another winter deep in thought, harassed by the silence he once welcomed.
Jaken had left on his own, as the imp normally did every few years. He was probably trying to find a way out of Sesshomaru’s ‘punishment’; however that was a waste of time. The witch that had bound him to winter would only show herself when she felt necessary, she was a powerful and not to mention, vindictive creature. If she did not want to be bothered, no one would be able to find her, Sesshomaru included.
Despite what he wanted to admit (to either himself of any living creature), the witch who stole his life had shown him that he was not as emotionless as he once believe. He was calm, collective and more of a solitary creature, but the emotions he had claimed to not have felt were, but had been drowned out by his cool logic. They were amplified now that he was completely alone and curious about a human creature, a woman, that had no place in his life, but was there.
More often as of late, Sesshomaru had found his feet caring him towards the outskirts of the village that was a few miles from his appointed temple. Tall grass floated around during the spring and summer, but winter had left everything under a blanket of white. He could see the smoke leaving the small huts, hear the children laughing and screaming from a distance and even once or twice the glowing red eyes of a female cat demon. The guardian of the village. He already knew that most of the population of the rather small village were hunters, better known to him as demon exterminators and though he knew they would never be able to take him (even in their wildest dreams) he knew that they were trouble.
The village had its own monk, the younger human male being the creature who almost had stolen his ward from him. They were dangerous to her, he reminded himself, fatal to her health if she tried engaging them again and he pushed down the growl rising in the back of his throat. Turning his back to the village, he slowly headed back towards his temple, snowflakes flying around him, but not disturbing the perfectly straight silver hair he had. He didn’t want the reminder hanging on the back of his mind, not when he ached for things to go back to the way they had been before she came along. Sesshomaru hardly recognized himself anymore, this was almost insane!
The faint smell of the cat demon tickled his nose and he brushed it aside as he slowly trekked forward, the wind and white snowflakes picking up in earnest behind him. His emotions made the winter icier, crueler and though that alone had its own appeal, the thought was not a comforting one. It would undoubtedly grow colder, the weather more violent as his thoughts progressed; however it was at nightfall when it would rear its ugly head. Nightfall always had that kind of effect on him.
The foul stench of human male grew steadily as Sesshomaru inched closer to his temple, his prison as well as the smell of demon and his eyebrows scrunched together as he frowned, the clouds slowly creeping together at mid-day. A human wouldn’t be able to see his prison, that he had been positive of, but then again, he wondered if he was wrong. No one had ever said it was visible, though it went without saying that previous wandering humans had not been able to get a couple of yards near the stone prison.
That alone piqued his interest, the muted sound of his heels slapping against the stone steps making his ears itch. He was as quiet as the dead as he made his way through the entrance, an alien oil candle creating a shadowed light in the expansive stone building. There was no waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light---he did not lose that when he had crossed paths with the witch, it only made him find the intruder faster.
Sesshomaru had seen the boy before, he had been the one who his ward had attempted to beg for, the one she had almost killed and he felt his blood begin to simmer. There was no explanation to why he was inside Sesshomaru’s temple; although that hardly mattered at the moment. He was focused, his hand clutching a minature scythe, the long chain pooling on the floor on top of a large puddle of water and several large ice chunks.
Water? Sesshomaru was taken by surprise as the boy hacked away at his ward’s ice coffin, her pale hand already unsheathed and dangling lifelessly surrounded by ice. There wasn’t much left covering her, he realized slowly and the last of it fell to the floor with a soft clunking sound. It almost startled Sesshomaru, horrifying him to a point, that a mere human could break something he had made with his borrowed powers.
“Rin,” the boy’s voice called softly, a sound akin to a desperate sob. “Wake up Rin, oh god please wake up.”
Rin? It was a delicate sounding name and Sesshomaru decided it fitted the small girl being pulled into the human’s arms, her head lolling to the side as she was pulled from the crumbling, melting ice. What was that fool thinking? Sesshomaru wondered and yet he couldn’t find the strength to make his appearance known, he could only stare.
“Rin, please,” the boy called again more than desperate now, his hands shaking her as her name fell from his lips in a continuant chant.
The boy was already beginning to tremble, Rin’s cold body as cold as an ice cube, silently leeching the warmth from his human body. She wasn’t human anymore and the boy would only get himself killed if he continued, the poor fool. Sesshomaru no longer felt the need to be silent, the wind howling angrily behind him, screaming the emotions that he had yet to learn to show directly.
“Release her human,” Sesshomaru spat venomously as he cut off any possible route of escape, his silver hair blowing slightly, but only because it allowed it to.
“Demon,” it was a whisper, but an angry one and Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at the subtle challenge.
“I will not repeat myself human,” he continued ignoring the challenge. It was pointless, Sesshomaru was not the type torture a lesser creature, not when his ward had an affliction towards the boy, human feelings he told himself. “She is no longer human.”
“She has a name!” The boy took a step back, his eyes darting around searching for any hope, but not backing down. “It’s Rin, and she is human!”
“Rin,” Sesshomaru instantly liked the way her name rolled off his lips and the boy in front of him stiffened as the temple pulsed around them.
It was the soft intake of air that alerted Sesshomaru that his ward had been released from her slumber, her long lashes fluttering almost sleepily before opening and spotting him. She seemed as if she was in a daze as she stared at Sesshomaru, the twin orbs widening and her mouth opening in a silent whisper.
“Sesshomaru,” it had never occurred to him how it pleased him hearing her say his name, but it did.
E/N: Because I feel evil, I'm leaving it there! I was suffering a bad case of writer's block, but after waxing my truck I found it alot easier to come back to this story and finish what I wanted. Yayz! Thanks to all my reviewers, story alerters and favoriters. I appreciate you. Hope that I'll get the next chapter done soon.