InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Temptation ❯ Wicca ( Chapter 3 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

By: RayGirl

NOTES: Well, this chapter is basically about the little surprise I've pulled out of my bacon-bin. No, not my hat. My bacon-bin. (Really I owe the idea to Blue is for Nightmares. EVERYONE READ IT.) Anyway, review responses will be at the end of the chapter. I'll go light on the Japanese; I know not everyone obsesses over it. Heh. Review! (Can't say that enough.)

Her dream is in italics.

Temptation (The temptation to eat pizza is sexy.) (Yea, I'll do one ever time.)

Chapter 3: Wicca

:---:The author has no idea what day it is so she'll say Saturday:---:

The darkness pressed firmly against her. The uncertainty in the air was thick. She fumbled about, fingertips brushing against what felt like tree-bark and plants. A crunch of dead matter underfoot. It was cold, and she shivered. Rin was lost.

“Hello?” someone - perhaps she - called out. The voice wavered, and faded into the night. A hot breath on her cheek. She froze, her body rigid. Strong hands secured themselves around her waist and arms. Unable to move, her chest constricted. Something sharp grazed her neck. She screamed.

“No!” Rin shot out of bed. The grip on her covers was tight, and cold sweat trickled down her forehead. The young woman fell back against her pillow. The rapid rise and fall of her chest slowed to a normal pace, but her mind was still racing. Outside her window rain fell steadily and an oblivious owl hooted and took off with a whoosh of air to seize its next meal.

Throwing back the blankets, her feet hit the cold, wooden floor. Moonlight pooled in the room, giving just enough light for her to see. Rin tiptoed to her closet and opened the door. She grit her teeth when it gave a whine of protest. “Stay asleep Remy…” She muttered under her breath.

The young woman reached into the dark and pulled out her worn, brown suitcase. She settled her self on the floor and eased the lid open. Rin smiled at the assortment of goods crammed tightly inside. Gradually, she relocated the contents to the floor; lain out so that she could reach them all more easily.

She picked out a long, thin white candle and sat it aside. Next she took up a small glass bottle and let a few droplets of olive oil fall on to her index finger.

She touched the top end of candle with the oil-covered finger. “As above,” she whispered slowly and then trailed her finger along to touch the bottom of the candle. “So below.” Rin wet her finger again, and placed in the center of the surface. She dragged it from the center, upward, and then returned to the center. She did the same going downwards and then returning again. Turning the candled around 90 degrees to the left, the action was repeated.

When the candle was fully anointed, the young woman lit it with a long match (from the suitcase again, of course) and placed it gently on a silver holder. My mother's, she thought sadly. It was her favorite for that reason; and it was dish like with a curved handle that wound around the base.

Piling the things - save the candle - back into the suitcase she hid it again in her closet. Rin carried the candle to her bedside table and placed it there. In the light of the waxing moon she could see the small bit of smoke dance in time with the orange flame. Ever since her first day in Mistveils, she had been plagued by nightmares. All similar to the one she'd had earlier.

“Protect me from harm,” Rin said quietly. She did her best to ignore the sound of rain and focus on the moon. She had always had dreams, but never so vivid or real enough to scare her as these did. “Protect me from harm,” she repeated again. With a small squeak of the mattress as she slipped into bed, Rin said the phrase for a third and final time. The candle light flickered and the shadows danced around the room.

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“Rin? Rin, honey,” Remy cooed prodding her lump of a new daughter. “You're not going to sleep your whole Saturday away are you?” She pulled on the covers a bit and then gave up. The older woman's eyes drifted to the candle at Rin's bedside. Well, what had been a candle. It was now a chunk of white wax on a silver dish. Where did she gotten this…?

“I'llbeupinaminute,” Rin mumbled, turning over. Something seemed different, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

“I can't cook breakfast this morning. I promised to help with bingo down at the Catholic chruch,” Remy paused, “you'll be all right by yourself?”

“Mhm. Enjoy yourself.”

Her adoptive mother's smile grew. “Great. I'll be back around one. Rumiko is driving so the pick-up's yours.” She set off hurriedly, the stairs creaking beneath her weight. Rin sat up minutes after she heard the front door close, almond eyes peering drowsily about the Yellow Room. She stood, stretched, and went about her morning routine.

She threw on a pair of jeans and a beige t-shirt. Not too loose, but not quite tight either. Ebony locks brushed and then left alone, she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her skin wasn't dark, but certainly tanner than the kids around Mistveils. With a crooked smile at herself, Rin set off downstairs. I'll just go out and grab a dew, she decided. And then drive around to check out the area.

It seemed like a good plan at the time. But now, rocketing down gravel roads with a mountain dew held between her legs sloshing this way and that, she wasn't so sure. Rin had assumed there would be something to look at besides endless trees, but then again. What had I been thinking?

She turned on to another road and watched the array of browns and greens blur outside the window. The only thing missing was rain. White cloud had parted to allow the sun through and it shown brilliantly, glad to finally be able to set Mistveils awash in its fiery glow. She had grown so used to the sound of rain thudding against - well - everything, it had seemed unusual without it at first.

Rin blew black bangs out of her eyes and sipped at her fountain drink. She bounced on the seat and the truck left a long trail of thrown-up rocks behind it. It gave three short beeps, warning her the gas was low. Rin turned down another road, hoping to circle back and find the gas station to fill it up. She idly reached over and flipped the radio on, settling almost immediately on country music.

The pick-up's digital clock, which was a bit hard to read, read 11:00AM. She rolled the window down - old style with the knob you had to crank around - and enjoyed the crisp, cool air of new spring. “Watch out brother, for that long black train…” she sang along with the radio. (A/N: Love that song. Also love Sesshoumaru, but that's off-topic.)

The truck groaned and crawled to a shaky stop. Rin groaned right along with it. Miles - for all she knew, anyway - from anywhere and she was out of gas. The radio was still playing, running from the battery, so she turned it off and got out. Push it, she resolved sadly. If I can even budge it that is. Dragging her feet, Rin moved behind the vehicle and braced herself against it.

“One… two… three!” She heaved. And pushed. And pressed all her weight against it. And it refused to move. Catching her breath, she tried again. No result. Rin's frown deepened as she fell against it to rest. “Stupid piece of crap…”

It seemed like she sat like that forever with her back against the truck and the wind whipping wisps of hair around her face. The sun seemed to start burning blisters into her exposed skin. I'd better not get a sunburn, she thought bitterly. No idea how long she'd sat, the sound of tires roaring over gravel reached her ears. Rin lit up, hopeful as it drew closer.

A black Corolla shot by, pelting her with small chips of flying rock. It came to an abrupt stop and pulled to the side of the road. The driver's side door opened slowly, and Sesshoumaru emerged from it. His eyes focused on Rin as he shut the door and walked over -too gracefully, she decided, to be human (which, obviously, he wasn't) - to her and the pick-up. She silently marveled at how the wind seemed to leave his hair untouched and yet battle with hers.

He halted feet from her. Rin smiled. “Yo.”

“Hn.” Sesshoumaru had his hands in his pockets, face expressionless as ever.

“I'm sure you didn't stop to chat,” Rin pointed out nonchalantly, still resting against the fender of the truck. She placed a lock of unruly hair behind an ear. “We hardly know each other and we're not on good terms, I guess, but I ran out of gas and I was wondering-”

“If I could help you out,” He finished; bored. Cold golden eyes met warm almond hues.

Rin swallowed. “Yea, if it wouldn't be too much trouble…” She fiddled nervously with her t-shirt; feeling suddenly self-conscious in his presence.

“…” Sesshoumaru turned, and headed back to his Corolla. Taking a deep breath, she followed. I'll take his silence as a yes, she decided. Rin slid in the passenger seat next to him. She promptly put on her seatbelt and sat quietly with her hands now folded in her lap and feet tucked close to the seat. He started the car, and took off.

Sure, she drove over the speed limit occasionally, but the way he was accelerating now was madness. Pure-T-madness. Wide-eyed, Rin gripped the door handle. “Slow down!” She squeaked pathetically over the roar of the flying gravel.

“I'm driving,” he answered, not peeling his eyes off the road. Rin glared at him and blinked in surprise at how tense he was. She bit the inside of her cheek. “Not you.” He finished.

Rin relaxed after a few minutes. She refused to look at the speed dial, but she had a feeling he was in control. “Thank you again, Sesshoumaru.” She said his name shyly. He gave no indication he'd heard. “I'll call someone to tow the pick-up into town as soon as I get home…”

“Hn.” His back was pressed against the seat, clawed digits digging into the steering wheel. He drove with only one hand, the other resting near Rin's arm. She glanced down at his wrists; his sleeve pulled back just enough to reveal two twin magenta stripes.

On his hands too? I wonder where else he has them? Her face reddened immediately. No, bad Rin! Her hand unconsciously inched closer to his. Timidly, she outstretched a finger and smoothed it gently over one of the stripes. The flesh felt different there - warmer.

Sesshoumaru flinched the moment he felt her delicate touch on his wrist and jerked his arm away. He glared icily at her through narrowed eyes. Rin snatched her hand back. “I- I'm sorry. I guess curiosity got the best of me.”

“Curiosity,” he said flatly, “killed the cat.”

And had Rin to choose that moment to laugh. Who could blame her? She was simple-minded and he was a dog demon after all, right? Sesshoumaru arched one of his perfect brows inquiringly. (A/N: That's right, purrrfect.)

“Sorry!” she said in a pitch higher than normal. She pressed her body against the passenger side door, as far from him as possible. He turned back to the road now, just as they entered Mistveils. Taking a few sharp lefts and rights, he stopped the Corolla outside her home. Rin thanked him and stepped out of the car.

“Thanks,” She said again.

“Hn.”

As she was shutting the door, she stopped midway. “Wait a minute! How do you know where I live?!”

“Small town?” He suggested with an undertone. Rin bit the inside of her cheek once more. Closing the door, she watched him pull away and drive off.

Creep. She decided. She also decided she hated the way he was always so guarded. And tense. And quiet. And she absolutely, without a doubt hated how he could somehow make her heart do flip-flops just by being near. Definitely a creep.

Turning on her heel, Rin headed toward the waiting house. She could hear the sounds of the forest behind it, louder than usual - animals rejoicing for the sunlight, perhaps - and inwardly smiled. It's not so bad here. Certainly more interesting than I figured it would be.

Overhead, gray clouds were skirting the edges of the blue sky and moving in. They promised rain, lightening, and thunder. One didn't need to check the weather in Mistveils. It was - after all - always the same. Thunder rolled in the distance and the sun began it's last ours of shine until the next day it was lucky enough to break free.

Rin glanced at the clock. 12:58PM. Right on time. She collapsed on to a lumpy, plaid sofa in the living room and stared at the blank television screen. She felt heavy, and her lids drooped. Long-forgotten memories began to pool in her mind, and she shuffled through their iron shackles. Mom…

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A bit shorter than the other chapters. Sorry. I hope this chapter wasn't so God-awful. I don't think I used any Japanese… so, let's jump right into these author notes and such!

Q: How long is this going to be?

A: At the rate I'm going? Easily 15-25 chapters.

Q: Are Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru related?

A: You'll find out soon. -Devious grin-

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