InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sometimes We Forget ❯ Sometimes We Forget ( Chapter 1 )

Sometimes We Forget - Oneshot

 

Genres: Who knows? Sad I guess. O.o

Pairings: Not really anything. Maybe a father/daughter Rin/Sess one.

Inspiration: My little muse, Ray-chan. She can be so spirit lifting on my depressed days!

 

Disclaimer:

 

Rachael: I do not own any of the characters in this story!

Inu: Wow, a disclaimer? Usually you just think `screw disclaimers'.

Rachael: Well… yea I do.

Rin: So why one now?

Rachael: Is that important?

Sess: Perhaps, it is.

Rachael: Yea…

 

She rests her head against him. She whimpers. Inside he feels himself fold in two. He wants her to live. He wants her to die.

 

The air is cold. It presses against the impossible pair. Rin - so fragile and weak - is dying. Sesshoumaru holds her in his arms, and her small body quakes and trembles. And somewhere deep beneath the surface, he does too. He had forgotten, somehow, how easily she could break.

 

He had somehow, somehow forgotten what she was. She was human. She would die.

 

The demon lord stepped lightly across the terrain. The land swelled and died beneath his feet. It sloped and curved and led to him somewhere. Somewhere.

 

“I am cold,” she murmurs. Rin is cold. Sesshoumaru unconsciously pulls her closer, and he feels her shiver. Her scent - spoiled by that fatal sickness - wraps tightly around his senses. Jaken walks quietly, obediently, behind his lord. He mourns in his own way, for he knows too, that she is dying.

 

He knew - because he had always known - that he should have killed her. He could have done it - then - without looking back. He could have let her die and forgotten her. He might have been able to wipe her so easily from his memory. It was too late now, for that.

 

The wind wraps icy tendrils around them. Winding and unwinding in their own way. The sunlight seems somehow dead to him, brilliantly shining on his back. It was the warmth he could never reach. The warmth she would never again feel in this life.

 

Her eyes - so glassy and distant - stare listlessly up at him. Her mouth hangs slightly agape. Her skin is cold, and she is pale. He hears her shallow breaths in short gasps, and he feels the thrumming heart in her cage slow.

 

And Sesshoumaru feels her die.

 

It is a fleeting feeling. Her soul drifts away leaving a hollow shell of what she is. Of what she was.

 

And he knows all ready that he will wait for her to come back.

 

And he does wait. He waits for eternity. And he dies waiting for her to return.

 

And she was remembered.

 

Because he had always known, that he would always remember Rin.

 

Just like he had always known she would die.

 

But sometimes - he also knows - we forget.

 

NOTES: Yep. Pretty sad, I know. I was afraid to post this because it might resemble “A Thousand Beautiful Things” by Resmiranda too much. By the way, read that. It's frikken' AWESOME. Just a one-shot. I won't continue it… I'll get to updating my fics soon.

 

Thank you for reading. Please review! -Begs-