InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Long Road ❯ Pieces of Memory ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters are not mine. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Biz. I receive no compensation for fan fiction.

A/N: These stories are exercises in theme, style and structure. Please do not flame based on pairings. If you are going to roast me, I ask that you do it in a constructive manner.

Genre: Romance, Tragedy

Characters: Rin, Sesshomaru

Warning: Sexual References, Character Death

Rating: PG-13

Summary: His memory was long.

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Pieces of Memory

In the beginning, there were broken teeth, set crooked in a grin split across her face. Then there was a broken body, split open and seeping into the muddy ground. He found worth in his worthless sword that day, though it would be many years before he recognized it.

Eyes flashed with dogged determination as she parted the water with a flick of her elbow. A displaced fish flapped helplessly on the summer shore. She stood, three feet taller then when he first met her, and impaled her helpless supper. Limbs grew long and dark, while her spirit grew wild and free.

Her hair formed a dark arc in the sky as she threw back her head. He settled his remaining hand in the damp small of her back, leaned up and drew his tongue across the hot column of her throat. The salt of her skin slid down his throat as he slid inside her heat. In the musky August twilight he found her all over again and they tumbled through the darkness together.

After she had walked too far for her feet, he cradled her in his lap. Gazing through the layers of time that had collected in creases on her skin, seeing only the kind child, the accomplished youth, the fiery woman, the wise gentle soul that had wandered the earth with him for a time, he finally confessed what she meant to him.

At the end of the dream, he gave her the only home she had known since she abandoned her lonely hut in childhood. In the cool spring morning, surrounded by wind and memory, he stood before Rin's grave, tucking each strand of her around his heart. He would not forget her.