Eternal Hope

Awakening

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters in any shape or form.

(A/N): I have always HATED when authors portrayed Rin as a weak plebeian. Yes, I understand that readers would much rather prefer reading a story on a sweet innocent KIND girl paired with the so stoic Sesshoumaru. But, I mean COME ON! Wouldn’t it be somewhat cool to view her as something besides what the usual standards demand? So that’s why I’m going to use our lovely protagonist as cold-hearted as Sesshoumaru himself and dare I say it? Even more probably. It’s time that SOMEONE wrote Rin in a different light rather than the ordinary sappy, kind, bubbly, CHILD.
Enjoy!

It was raining, again. I gazed through the silky glass of my window. How I hate this, I thought. How I hate how my life has been all an idiotic lie. Acting as a sapid, hallucinating, rambling lunatic. How I hated pretending to be so kind and gentle. Although the weather was quite warm, I shuddered at that incredulous thought.
I am not kind.
I am not gentle.
If there was one word to describe me that word would be evil.
I suppose that once I was like all other children, sweet. I don’t know how it happened but I became a horrid creature. Although I was human, my mind was filled with bloodlust that even demons would find repugnant. The delicious, tranquil taste of blood drove me insane. I would do anything for it. I have done anything for it.
Sesshoumaru-samma has no idea of what had befallen up on his timid “ward”. The fool. All the changes in me have been happening under the bakka’s very nose. And he couldn’t bring himself to punish me. What can he do to me anyways? I don’t mind death, I don’t mind pain.
I don’t feel nor fear those.
I am already dead. Dead inside.
I was dead the night he slew my sister. She was all I had in this world. And he took her away from me without mercy. I still remember that night clearly as it had only happened yesterday although it was some hundred years ago.


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“Look! Look! Look at the stars!” I giggled to my beautiful sister.
“Imouto, you are such a child!” Kaori hugged me, her sweet little sister, close.
“One-chan! Stop teasing me.”
“But you’re so easy to tease!”
“Wait, one-chan, what’s that?” I heard a distinct sound of claws against wood thrashing into my ear. I was scared so I huddled closer to my sister. I wanted her to protect me. But I didn’t want her to die.
“RUN!” Kaori shoved me off her lap and jumped up immediately for the bedchamber door. I was hurt at how bluntly she pushed me but I understood the urgency of the circumstance. Kaori glided with steadfast speed through the silken curtains, cushions, and pallets. She leapt across the bathing pool with illuminating rose-scented candles flickering in the air and the sweet aromas lifting into the tingly summer air. I saw her spellbound, lovely form whicker its way towards her doom.
That was the last time I will ever see her again.

Hours passed. At least that’s how it seemed. I crept from my hiding spot towards the main room of her quarters. I smelt blood, its tragic copper taste lingering in the air. My sister’s blood mixed with those of the monster’s sexual arousal.
My stomach turned and contorted into an unpleasant knot. I wanted to cry. I wanted to revenge my sister. I wanted to kill her murderer. Then I saw her.
It was her lifeless body all mangled and white with crimson blood spread across the cold marble ground. The smell of flesh deteriorating was overwhelming. Every second I stood there gazing at the grotesque combination of murky blood, deep wounds, male fluids, and sweat. Kaori’s face was battered until it was barely recognizable. Her skull sunk in an unnatural form while her nose, eyes, mouth were cut, bruised, broken…I didn’t cry though.
Her gown torn and ragged. Her white, milky legs caked with her blood. But her eyes were the worst. They’re were no eyes in her once eloquent face. The monster ripped them out with his acid claws. The sockets were just red, swollen holes. I screamed.
Then I saw the monster.
He was gloating at her. As a hunter would his hunted. Blood pounded into my ears. I couldn’t see. Red blurred my vision. I couldn’t breathe. I knew I would suffocate soon if I don’t, but perhaps that was for the best. I can join Kaori once again.
Yes…death is welcoming…


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That was nearly three centuries ago. You would think that I should’ve forgotten something that happened so long ago, but you have no idea. Mortals proclaim that they envy the Immortals, but it is actually reversed. The Immortals envy the Mortals because they can die…they can finally join their loved ones.
We cannot.
I was not originally one of the Immortals. I once could die. But I sacrificed that gift for revenge. Sweet, lusty revenge. That thought is the only thing that’s keeping me in this world. After three centuries, the time has come for my revenge…