InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Under the Crescent Moon ❯ Letting Go ( Chapter 1 )
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By: LoveProhibited 
Sesshomaru sends Rin away
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Adventure / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.25.2009 | Updated On: 06.19.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 392 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshomaru sends Rin away
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Adventure / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.25.2009 | Updated On: 06.19.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 392 | Status: Work In Progress
was silence in the candle-lit room, except for the breathing of a certain silver-haired inu-demon. His golden eyes stared unseeingly out of the window to his left, glinting in the dull moonlight that swept across his handsome face. Without warning, there was the crack of thunder, and lightening flashed, momentarily brightening the room in which the brooding man sat. A study, one would assume, with a desk, piled with parchment, and a fireplace, which was dark. The room was cold, but the taiyoukai did not feel it, for his mind was elsewhere.
The door to the study opened, and a small girl, aged eight, tip-toed quietly inside, shutting the heavy oak door with care. Her bare feet must have frozen by the time she reached her destination, by the side of her caretaker, but her chocolate eyes held no concern whatsoever for herself; instead, she touched the clawed hand that clutched so tightly to the arm of the chair, successfully loosening the fingers. Though the demon gave no indication that he felt the touch, the girl closed her tiny fingers around the slightly chilled structure, providing comfort. For a moment, they sat in silence, then, quietly, the girl climbed up into the chair, settling into the demon's lap, her small arms looping around his neck, her head resting on his broad shoulder.
The taiyoukai did not move, and his hands remained on the arms of the chair, his claws digging into the wood. Rin's breathing was quiet in his ear, her small body warm. She sniffled, but did not let the tears escape her eyes; her master disliked tears, and she would not upset him even in their last hour together. She wished with all her heart that she could stay with the man she had become so attached to, but her wishes were not to be fulfilled this night. She had to leave. For a moment, lightening once more lit the room, the crack of thunder following suit seconds later.
It was during aforementioned crack that the taiyoukai stood, one arm cradling the girl and the other at his side, the hand fisted and the claws digging mercilessly into the flesh. His strides were long and sure, and he opened the door with great care, conscious of the small child he carried, though he would have preferred to yank it from its hinges. He left it ajar, his sharp eyes focused on some distant point, his mouth set into a hard line.
He walked with purpose into the courtyard of his fortress, his jaw clenching. This was the hardest thing he had ever had to do, and he knew that it would be the hardest thing he had ever done for quite some time, possibly until the end of his days. But he had made up in his mind that he would do it, and no amount of ridiculous affection would keep him from completing his task.
It was not raining, but the air was pregnant with the coming of precipitation, thick with humidity and charged with electricity. The atmosphere burned the taiyoukai's nose, but the feeling was nothing compared to the feeling of uneasiness in the pit of his stomach, the ache in his chest. A northern wind blew, and Rin huddled nearer to him. He responded by subconsciously tightening his grip on her, pulling her closer to his chest.
They were well out of the fortress now, and even the trees seemed to mourn, their branches, like shoulders, bending with some type of invisible weight, their bark peeling, representing their tears. The darkness of the night could be felt along every inch of Sesshomaru's taut form, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and causing his eyes to dart around, as if he were expecting something to leap out at him from the inky black depths of the forest. Of course, his senses were kicking into overdrive as a response to his knowing that Rin was afraid of the dark. Even when his mind was elsewhere, he was ready to protect her.
They came to a clearing, and Sesshomaru stopped, the humid air whipping around him as the wind blew, causing his hair to caress his face with the gentlest of touches. His amber eyes turned to the dark sky, watching as the clouds billowed and swirled above them, their color promising a downpour, and he continued across the clearing, the grass bending underneath his feet. When they stepped back into the trees, the sound of the wind howling through them was ghastly, hauntingly mournful. The very forest dreaded Rin's departure.
"My lord?" Rin's voice was small in Sesshomaru's ear, and he turned his head slightly, as indication that he was listening. "I do not want to go."
"It is imperative that you do so," the taiyoukai murmured. His voice was emotionless silk, but underneath the monotone sound was an unspoken sentence: 'Even though I do not wish it.' Rin said nothing else, and she remained silent until they reached their destination.
The well in Inuyasha's forest was his last hope, and as he caught sight of it, Sesshomaru could not deny the relief that nudged itself into the morbid tumult of his mind. His eyes landed on the still figure standing by the well, and immediately recognized her as Inuyasha's woman. He remembered that he had agreed to allow her to take Rin, and he fixed her with a stone cold glare after setting the girl safely on her feet. "Miko," he began, "I trust you have made the necessary preparations?" The girl, annoyingly unfazed by his stare, met his eyes and nodded.
"I'm ready when she is." It was then that Rin broke down.
With a choking sob, she buried her face in the folds of Sesshomaru's hakama, clutching at the fabric. The salt from her tears stung his nose much like the electricity charged air had done, and he was momentarily at a loss for what to do. His mind went blank, but his body took over, his arm moving until his hand rested on the top of her head. Her hair was soft underneath his palm, and a feeling much like guilt seeped into his veins, his blood running cold as the implications of what he was about to do finally sunk in. He was blinded.
And suddenly she was in his arms again, her small face buried into his neck and her arms wrapped around his waist. He held her much tighter than he had ever dared, instinctively burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply. He already felt the sting of loneliness pulling at his heart, and he realized that without his ward, he wouldn't know what to do. His thoughts surprised him, and though there were words on the tip of his tongue, he did not speak them; naturally he kept his more intimate feelings to himself. Rin was sobbing profusely in his ear, wetting his neck and simultaneously breaking his heart in the process. Some part of him snarled that this was ridiculous, that he should not be allowing himself to break down as he was doing.
He felt his demonic energy flare in anger, annoyance and frustration, and he forced himself to detach the trembling girl from his person, placing her arms at her sides and staring into her tear-streaked face. He reached up and wiped her cheek, brushing her wet hair from her face as the wind howled and shrieked. He said nothing, but she knew him much better than he even knew himself, and she sniffled, wiping at her eyes with shaking fingers.
"Goodbye." His breath caught, but he pushed past the sudden urge to take her back to his fortress and nodded once, curtly.
"Goodbye." His voice was a mere whisper, and his lips barely moved, but he knew that she understood, and he straightened from his crouch, his hand squeezing tightly the fingers that had slipped into it as he turned hard eyes to Kagome. "You may leave now," he said. The girl nodded, then turned her brown-eyed gaze to Rin, holding out a hand. Reluctantly, and with great sadness, Rin very slowly pulled her hand free from his, allowing her fingers to linger before stepping fully away from him and slipping her hand into Kagome's.
He stood there only long enough to mouth the words that had pressed themselves so urgently against his lips just moments before, then he turned and quickly strode into the forest, his energy spiking and receding so rapidly and so often that the air around him distorted, causing the line of his figure to fade and blur into the surrounding landscape. Acid drops fell like rain from his clawed hands, hissing as they met the ground, and growls, unnoticed by him, rolled from between his parted lips, scaring any creatures that had not already fled.
The sky opened up, and the realization that he might never see Rin's familiar face again weighed heavily on his shoulders, his heart beating painfully in his chest. He had been right to predict that the task he had just completed was one of the hardest things he had ever done, and if the searing pain in his chest was of any indication, it was going to remain the hardest thing for a very long time.
The door to the study opened, and a small girl, aged eight, tip-toed quietly inside, shutting the heavy oak door with care. Her bare feet must have frozen by the time she reached her destination, by the side of her caretaker, but her chocolate eyes held no concern whatsoever for herself; instead, she touched the clawed hand that clutched so tightly to the arm of the chair, successfully loosening the fingers. Though the demon gave no indication that he felt the touch, the girl closed her tiny fingers around the slightly chilled structure, providing comfort. For a moment, they sat in silence, then, quietly, the girl climbed up into the chair, settling into the demon's lap, her small arms looping around his neck, her head resting on his broad shoulder.
The taiyoukai did not move, and his hands remained on the arms of the chair, his claws digging into the wood. Rin's breathing was quiet in his ear, her small body warm. She sniffled, but did not let the tears escape her eyes; her master disliked tears, and she would not upset him even in their last hour together. She wished with all her heart that she could stay with the man she had become so attached to, but her wishes were not to be fulfilled this night. She had to leave. For a moment, lightening once more lit the room, the crack of thunder following suit seconds later.
It was during aforementioned crack that the taiyoukai stood, one arm cradling the girl and the other at his side, the hand fisted and the claws digging mercilessly into the flesh. His strides were long and sure, and he opened the door with great care, conscious of the small child he carried, though he would have preferred to yank it from its hinges. He left it ajar, his sharp eyes focused on some distant point, his mouth set into a hard line.
He walked with purpose into the courtyard of his fortress, his jaw clenching. This was the hardest thing he had ever had to do, and he knew that it would be the hardest thing he had ever done for quite some time, possibly until the end of his days. But he had made up in his mind that he would do it, and no amount of ridiculous affection would keep him from completing his task.
It was not raining, but the air was pregnant with the coming of precipitation, thick with humidity and charged with electricity. The atmosphere burned the taiyoukai's nose, but the feeling was nothing compared to the feeling of uneasiness in the pit of his stomach, the ache in his chest. A northern wind blew, and Rin huddled nearer to him. He responded by subconsciously tightening his grip on her, pulling her closer to his chest.
They were well out of the fortress now, and even the trees seemed to mourn, their branches, like shoulders, bending with some type of invisible weight, their bark peeling, representing their tears. The darkness of the night could be felt along every inch of Sesshomaru's taut form, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and causing his eyes to dart around, as if he were expecting something to leap out at him from the inky black depths of the forest. Of course, his senses were kicking into overdrive as a response to his knowing that Rin was afraid of the dark. Even when his mind was elsewhere, he was ready to protect her.
They came to a clearing, and Sesshomaru stopped, the humid air whipping around him as the wind blew, causing his hair to caress his face with the gentlest of touches. His amber eyes turned to the dark sky, watching as the clouds billowed and swirled above them, their color promising a downpour, and he continued across the clearing, the grass bending underneath his feet. When they stepped back into the trees, the sound of the wind howling through them was ghastly, hauntingly mournful. The very forest dreaded Rin's departure.
"My lord?" Rin's voice was small in Sesshomaru's ear, and he turned his head slightly, as indication that he was listening. "I do not want to go."
"It is imperative that you do so," the taiyoukai murmured. His voice was emotionless silk, but underneath the monotone sound was an unspoken sentence: 'Even though I do not wish it.' Rin said nothing else, and she remained silent until they reached their destination.
The well in Inuyasha's forest was his last hope, and as he caught sight of it, Sesshomaru could not deny the relief that nudged itself into the morbid tumult of his mind. His eyes landed on the still figure standing by the well, and immediately recognized her as Inuyasha's woman. He remembered that he had agreed to allow her to take Rin, and he fixed her with a stone cold glare after setting the girl safely on her feet. "Miko," he began, "I trust you have made the necessary preparations?" The girl, annoyingly unfazed by his stare, met his eyes and nodded.
"I'm ready when she is." It was then that Rin broke down.
With a choking sob, she buried her face in the folds of Sesshomaru's hakama, clutching at the fabric. The salt from her tears stung his nose much like the electricity charged air had done, and he was momentarily at a loss for what to do. His mind went blank, but his body took over, his arm moving until his hand rested on the top of her head. Her hair was soft underneath his palm, and a feeling much like guilt seeped into his veins, his blood running cold as the implications of what he was about to do finally sunk in. He was blinded.
And suddenly she was in his arms again, her small face buried into his neck and her arms wrapped around his waist. He held her much tighter than he had ever dared, instinctively burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply. He already felt the sting of loneliness pulling at his heart, and he realized that without his ward, he wouldn't know what to do. His thoughts surprised him, and though there were words on the tip of his tongue, he did not speak them; naturally he kept his more intimate feelings to himself. Rin was sobbing profusely in his ear, wetting his neck and simultaneously breaking his heart in the process. Some part of him snarled that this was ridiculous, that he should not be allowing himself to break down as he was doing.
He felt his demonic energy flare in anger, annoyance and frustration, and he forced himself to detach the trembling girl from his person, placing her arms at her sides and staring into her tear-streaked face. He reached up and wiped her cheek, brushing her wet hair from her face as the wind howled and shrieked. He said nothing, but she knew him much better than he even knew himself, and she sniffled, wiping at her eyes with shaking fingers.
"Goodbye." His breath caught, but he pushed past the sudden urge to take her back to his fortress and nodded once, curtly.
"Goodbye." His voice was a mere whisper, and his lips barely moved, but he knew that she understood, and he straightened from his crouch, his hand squeezing tightly the fingers that had slipped into it as he turned hard eyes to Kagome. "You may leave now," he said. The girl nodded, then turned her brown-eyed gaze to Rin, holding out a hand. Reluctantly, and with great sadness, Rin very slowly pulled her hand free from his, allowing her fingers to linger before stepping fully away from him and slipping her hand into Kagome's.
He stood there only long enough to mouth the words that had pressed themselves so urgently against his lips just moments before, then he turned and quickly strode into the forest, his energy spiking and receding so rapidly and so often that the air around him distorted, causing the line of his figure to fade and blur into the surrounding landscape. Acid drops fell like rain from his clawed hands, hissing as they met the ground, and growls, unnoticed by him, rolled from between his parted lips, scaring any creatures that had not already fled.
The sky opened up, and the realization that he might never see Rin's familiar face again weighed heavily on his shoulders, his heart beating painfully in his chest. He had been right to predict that the task he had just completed was one of the hardest things he had ever done, and if the searing pain in his chest was of any indication, it was going to remain the hardest thing for a very long time.