InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stray Pup ❯ Stray Pup ( One-Shot )
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By: RurouniTriv 
Sesshoumaru POV on Rin. What price does a demon pay for caring for a human?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.09.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 981 | Status: Completed
Sesshoumaru POV on Rin. What price does a demon pay for caring for a human?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.09.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 981 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I dont own them. Heck, I think that Sesshoumaru-sama would kill anyone who even implied that he could be owned...
STRAY PUP
By RurouniTriv
I rather hate to admit it, but she was cute. Cute in the way that only the very young can be, with her large eyes, fragile body, and that smile that only she ever had, that only I ever received from her.
She adored me. Ive never quite figured out why. I suppose its simply because I didnt hit her, and I allowed her quite a bit of freedom.
She was totally unafraid of me. The only person Ive ever met who was less powerful than I, yet trusted me never to hurt her. As far as she was concerned, I was her Sesshoumaru-sama, and I would never harm her or allow any harm to come to her. Ive never quite understood how she got that notion, but somehow, I couldnt bear to disillusion her. Couldnt bear to see that smile die.
She was just a pup when we met, all unkempt hair, knobby knees, and wide dark eyes. Id been injured in yet another fight with that idiot half-brother of mine, and was recovering when she found me. She thought I needed tending, when all I really needed was to rest a bit and regain my strength. She brought me human food, which I naturally rejected, and water, which relieved me of the task of going to the stream myself.
She got rather badly beaten, the next day. I didnt find out until later that it was because of me: shed been found in the communal fish pond trying to catch something that she thought I might eat.
That was the first time I ever saw her smile, when I asked her who had beaten her. She didnt speak, didnt tell me, fortunately for those ignorant villagers. How could they not realize that she was a special child? How could they dismiss her as just a useless orphan, another mouth to feed? How could they ignore and abuse her when it was so obvious?
But then, she did not speak. Not to me, not to anyone. I learned later that she stopped speaking because shed seen her parents killed before her eyes. No one had bothered to give her the attention and affection it would take to persuade her to open up again, to speak. That much was obvious... within a month of her traveling with me, she was chattering like a little jay. Given that Im not known as a fountain of warmth and kindness and Jaken actively disliked her, any attention that anyone paid to her would have been preferable to her treatment in her village.
I wouldnt have brought her with me, you know. I would have just left her and she would have faded into memory as a strange little human whelp, not even worth thinking about. But I found her torn body, mauled by wolves, and something happened inside me.
She had shown me kindness, when no one else ever had. She had helped me as best she could, though I was a stranger to her. She had taken a beating for me, and smiled because I bothered to notice, because I... actually cared enough to notice. She had run from her village to me . For protection? Perhaps. Or perhaps she thought that I was the one who needed to be warned, that I might take refuge somewhere the wolves could not harm me... as if they could. Ill never know, she simply said that she knew she had to get to me.
She was the second person I ever used the Tenseiga on, the first one I ever healed with it. I saved her from death that day, and to this day I dont quite know why.
I suppose that it was a sign even then of just how special she was.
She grew up so quickly. Oh, youkai pups grow quickly too, at least in appearance. Far more quickly than humans, in fact. I suppose its because we tend to be in so many fights with each other that the pups need to grow up quickly in case they need to fend for themselves at a young age. For a while I thought that poor feeding had stunted her growth, but as I watched her, I realized that she was growing, just a bit slowly.
I found her a delight. She saw the world in such a different way, so fresh where I was jaded. She took delight in the simplest of things, the colors of the trees after a spring rain, the smell of flowers, the feel of grass between her toes... all the world was beautiful to her, and it wasnt just the fact that she was a child. She was like that all her life.
She grew up to be a beautiful woman. Well, as much as a human can be. And just as importantly, she grew up to be powerful in her own right. She needed no protecting from impudent suitors, she could defend herself quite adequately, especially given her blood. She was a strong miko, and a master swordswoman, capable of defeating even powerful youkai with her gifts. Quite an accomplishment for one who began her life as just another stinking human brat.
I found her a mate when the time came. Or rather, I ratified her selection after she chose. Sweet as she was, she had a formidable will, and she didnt hesitate to tell me if she thought I was wrong about something. Fortunately, I am very rarely wrong. She and I found ourselves in agreement far more often than not, as she had a great deal of common sense and intelligence.
She had three pups. Two females, one male. And now that theyve started spawning, Ive got a pack of humans running about my lands.
They arent so bad. They know how to respect youkai, and they make themselves useful. Some of them are even half-decent fighters. Amazing given that not only are they humans, but that theyve become proficient so young. But then, they need to. Humans die young.
Which is why I am here today. I take up the torch that one of my servants has lit for me and carry it to the pyre. Thrusting it into the tinder-dry wood, I do not flinch as it bursts into flame. It does not touch me. Ordinary fire cannot harm me.
But this, this does. Tenseiga can raise the dead. It has before. But it cannot make a human into a youkai, and it cannot restore youth where it has long-since fled.
I stare as the flames grow higher, and the wrinkled and wasted body of my dearest companion, the one person that I can honestly say that I loved, is devoured by them.
Three days later, when the fire has died and nothing is left of my beloved Rin, I turn and walk away.
Her children and grandchildren will be her legacy now.
And so will I.
STRAY PUP
By RurouniTriv
I rather hate to admit it, but she was cute. Cute in the way that only the very young can be, with her large eyes, fragile body, and that smile that only she ever had, that only I ever received from her.
She adored me. Ive never quite figured out why. I suppose its simply because I didnt hit her, and I allowed her quite a bit of freedom.
She was totally unafraid of me. The only person Ive ever met who was less powerful than I, yet trusted me never to hurt her. As far as she was concerned, I was her Sesshoumaru-sama, and I would never harm her or allow any harm to come to her. Ive never quite understood how she got that notion, but somehow, I couldnt bear to disillusion her. Couldnt bear to see that smile die.
She was just a pup when we met, all unkempt hair, knobby knees, and wide dark eyes. Id been injured in yet another fight with that idiot half-brother of mine, and was recovering when she found me. She thought I needed tending, when all I really needed was to rest a bit and regain my strength. She brought me human food, which I naturally rejected, and water, which relieved me of the task of going to the stream myself.
She got rather badly beaten, the next day. I didnt find out until later that it was because of me: shed been found in the communal fish pond trying to catch something that she thought I might eat.
That was the first time I ever saw her smile, when I asked her who had beaten her. She didnt speak, didnt tell me, fortunately for those ignorant villagers. How could they not realize that she was a special child? How could they dismiss her as just a useless orphan, another mouth to feed? How could they ignore and abuse her when it was so obvious?
But then, she did not speak. Not to me, not to anyone. I learned later that she stopped speaking because shed seen her parents killed before her eyes. No one had bothered to give her the attention and affection it would take to persuade her to open up again, to speak. That much was obvious... within a month of her traveling with me, she was chattering like a little jay. Given that Im not known as a fountain of warmth and kindness and Jaken actively disliked her, any attention that anyone paid to her would have been preferable to her treatment in her village.
I wouldnt have brought her with me, you know. I would have just left her and she would have faded into memory as a strange little human whelp, not even worth thinking about. But I found her torn body, mauled by wolves, and something happened inside me.
She had shown me kindness, when no one else ever had. She had helped me as best she could, though I was a stranger to her. She had taken a beating for me, and smiled because I bothered to notice, because I... actually cared enough to notice. She had run from her village to me . For protection? Perhaps. Or perhaps she thought that I was the one who needed to be warned, that I might take refuge somewhere the wolves could not harm me... as if they could. Ill never know, she simply said that she knew she had to get to me.
She was the second person I ever used the Tenseiga on, the first one I ever healed with it. I saved her from death that day, and to this day I dont quite know why.
I suppose that it was a sign even then of just how special she was.
She grew up so quickly. Oh, youkai pups grow quickly too, at least in appearance. Far more quickly than humans, in fact. I suppose its because we tend to be in so many fights with each other that the pups need to grow up quickly in case they need to fend for themselves at a young age. For a while I thought that poor feeding had stunted her growth, but as I watched her, I realized that she was growing, just a bit slowly.
I found her a delight. She saw the world in such a different way, so fresh where I was jaded. She took delight in the simplest of things, the colors of the trees after a spring rain, the smell of flowers, the feel of grass between her toes... all the world was beautiful to her, and it wasnt just the fact that she was a child. She was like that all her life.
She grew up to be a beautiful woman. Well, as much as a human can be. And just as importantly, she grew up to be powerful in her own right. She needed no protecting from impudent suitors, she could defend herself quite adequately, especially given her blood. She was a strong miko, and a master swordswoman, capable of defeating even powerful youkai with her gifts. Quite an accomplishment for one who began her life as just another stinking human brat.
I found her a mate when the time came. Or rather, I ratified her selection after she chose. Sweet as she was, she had a formidable will, and she didnt hesitate to tell me if she thought I was wrong about something. Fortunately, I am very rarely wrong. She and I found ourselves in agreement far more often than not, as she had a great deal of common sense and intelligence.
She had three pups. Two females, one male. And now that theyve started spawning, Ive got a pack of humans running about my lands.
They arent so bad. They know how to respect youkai, and they make themselves useful. Some of them are even half-decent fighters. Amazing given that not only are they humans, but that theyve become proficient so young. But then, they need to. Humans die young.
Which is why I am here today. I take up the torch that one of my servants has lit for me and carry it to the pyre. Thrusting it into the tinder-dry wood, I do not flinch as it bursts into flame. It does not touch me. Ordinary fire cannot harm me.
But this, this does. Tenseiga can raise the dead. It has before. But it cannot make a human into a youkai, and it cannot restore youth where it has long-since fled.
I stare as the flames grow higher, and the wrinkled and wasted body of my dearest companion, the one person that I can honestly say that I loved, is devoured by them.
Three days later, when the fire has died and nothing is left of my beloved Rin, I turn and walk away.
Her children and grandchildren will be her legacy now.
And so will I.