Tama no Kakera
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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,053
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Chapter 1
A/N: In case you didn't read in the description, I subscribe to the theory that Rin is a reincarnation of Midoriko like Kikyou and Kagome. If you don't like it, don't read any further. Flaming me after I've put this warning in TWO places will only make you look like the small minded imbecile you are.
Now, if you don't mind the idea, then please continue to read, constructive criticism is always welcome. One more things, Sesshomaru seems OOC, but it's only his thoughts, since we never know what he's thinking anyway. I will try my best to keep his actions IC. Thank you for your time, and onto the show!
Story note: ___ is a page break, and ~~~ signifies the beginning and end of a dream/vision, itallics between the swooshies signify the dream/vision itself.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, and the only payment I get out of writing these stories are the cookies and pron my friends throw at me for them
Tama no Kakera
Chapter 1
Sesshomaru held his head in his hands. He hadn’t been able to protect her… his beautiful little Rin-chan. She’d died because he hadn’t been powerful enough to protect her. It had shattered his soul, and even now, five hundred years later, it had the power to make him weep. Tears welled up in his eyes and slowly rolled down his striped cheeks. She had depended on him, worshipped him, and loved him, and he’d been unable to save her. A howl of sadness clawed its way from his throat, and he cried his pain to the full moon above.
She had been sacrificed on the altar of his pride. He’d refused to take action when that youkai threatened her, unwilling to show his enemy that he cared, sure that she could take of herself, and she’d died. His life ended as he watched the light die from her eyes, as he heard his name whispered on her last breath. Before he could stir from his shock to do anything, his opponent had taken her head, and fled the scene. Sesshomaru had been unable to move.
He’d died that day, but his body had continued to live, on and on, for centuries…
~~~
“Rin-chan!”
Jaken’s shout interrupted Rin’s writing. The dark-haired girl blew frantically on the wet ink, and sprinkled a bit of sand over the paper. She didn’t want Jaken to see what she’d been writing. As soon as she was sure the ink wouldn’t smudge, she rolled up the scroll and shoved it in her pack. As she’d grown older, she’d grown stronger and was able to carry more. Now she had a pack that held those things dear to her: her brush, her ink and her scrolls. She’d also acquired a few more kimonos so she didn’t have to wear the same one for every occasion.
Just as she’d hidden the scroll, Jaken appeared at the crest of the hill. Rin quickly grabbed the flowers she had picked before writing, “Coming Jaken,” she grabbed her stuff and ran after him.
“Jaken-sama!” the kappa grunted, “Where did your respect go?” He turned and started walking, “You should stop running off like this Rin-chan, you slow me… it’s because of you that we spend most of our time running to catch up to Sesshomaru-sama, because you have to stop at every meadow and pick your silly flowers…”
Rin tuned him out. The older she got, the more she disliked Jaken. Looking back she could see all the times he’d been needlessly cruel to her. When she was younger she’d thought he hadn’t meant to be mean, but as she grew up she recognized the signs of enjoyment he always showed when he indulged in his petty cruelty. She wished Sesshomaru would just dump him, but she’d been around the cold youkai long enough to recognize the signs of his amusement and affection. Still, she hoped one day her lord would come to his senses and get rid of Jaken.
Her thoughts drifted to her scrolls, and she sighed inwardly. Perhaps she should be more charitable to Jaken. After all, he’d taught her to read and write… granted it was only because she’d blackmailed him into it by telling him Sesshomaru would be angry at him for allowing her to remain illiterate. The people in the villages thought her crazy for staying with a youkai, but she would not be called ignorant as well as crazy! Regardless of his motive, Jaken had taught her to prove to the people they met that she was just as learned and refined as anyone they could name… and it allowed her to escape the insanity that breathed down her neck every day, and brewed in her mind every night.
When she’d turned thirteen she began having dreams… dreams of her death, and Sesshomaru’s pain. She couldn’t tell Jaken, and she didn’t dare bother Sesshomaru with it, but it was driving her crazy. She would start crying for no reason; she hadn’t been able to look at Sesshomaru at all. So she tried to stay awake to avoid the dreams, but after a while the dreams came to her even in waking. She’d look into the shadows and see her corpse, or she’d seen Sesshomaru crying with his face in his hands. One day, unable to stand it anymore, she’d picked up a brush and a scroll and began to write it all out. She found that writing it down helped… she didn’t randomly burst into tears anymore, and she could smile at her beloved Sesshomaru again. From that day on, she’d left flowers at every shrine and temple they passed, thanking whatever gods were watching for giving her a way to stave off the insanity that threatened. She had no doubts that had it persisted, and had he found out, Sesshomaru would have left her at the first village he found. She was still scared of that, which was why she never let Jaken or Sesshomaru see her write, let alone read what she had written.
It had been two years since the dreams had started, but now she had other dreams that contended with the dark ones. Just thinking about the new dreams brought heat to her cheeks. The new dreams were also about Sesshomaru, but instead of making her sad they made her feel… hot. Sometimes when she woke up she thought she was running a fever, she was so hot. The dreams made it hard for her to breathe sometimes, and occasionally they invaded her waking thoughts. There were times it was hard to look at Sesshomaru without turning crimson, and she worried that she would have to write these dreams down too. She was reluctant to do so because something told her it would be even worse if someone got a hold of a transcription of one of the new dreams, than if someone read one of the dark dream scrolls.
She scratched her chest… it was odd, the skin over her heart would start tingling suddenly, sometimes it went away as quickly as it came, and sometimes it stayed for days. Sesshomaru had noticed her scratching during one of the long spells, and asked her if she had bugs. She’d stopped scratching in front of him after that.
She sighed and adjusted her pack, eyes on the ground as she walked. Sesshomaru-sama… he would leave her soon. Some deep gut instinct told her this. Soon he would get rid of her; she wasn’t a cute, endearing little girl anymore and she doubted he’d have a use for a brooding young woman. Tears stung her eyes at the thought, but she blinked them away. Sesshomaru-sama would not have her crying.
Suddenly her vision distorted, and black dots danced in front of her eyes. “No…” she whispered, these were the warning signs that one of her dreams would hit her in waking. She forced herself to take another step, but the world slowed, and it seemed like the ground took hours to meet her as she fell.
~~~
The vision started in third person, and Rin watched herself picking mushrooms and a few flowers as well. At the same time as her dream-self, she heard the twig break and knew immediately it wasn’t Sesshomaru, nor was it Jaken. The former wouldn’t have made any noise at all, and the latter would have made more, no this was just right for someone who was trying to be stealthy. Her dream-self returned to what she’d been doing, giving no indication that she’d heard, except that now she put rocks in her basket as well as organics.
There was a louder crack, and her dream-self turned, and suddenly Rin found herself one with the dream, so the hoards of youkai charged directly at her. She grabbed a rock from her basket and hurled it, there were so many she didn’t have to aim. It hit one of the attackers in the stomach… and left behind a hole. She didn’t stop to think about that as she continued to throw the rocks, but there were too many of them, and soon they overwhelmed her. As one reared back to hit her, she screamed…
~~~
“Sesshomaru-sama!” Rin screamed sitting bolt upright on the hard road. She clutched her burning chest and looked around, but found no threat, except for Jaken, eying her like she’d lost her mind. Kuso! Jaken had seen her pass out, he would tell Sesshomaru! She quickly reached out and grabbed the imp by the front of his haori, “If you tell Sesshomaru-sama that I passed out, I will tell him why you walk directly behind him, and what you’re really staring at when we walk.” She nodded in satisfaction when the kappa’s eyes went wide, and he sputtered. Her secret was safe. “Now,” she said as she got up and dusted herself off, “Let’s go find Sesshomaru-sama.”
The back of her neck tingled, and she turned around to find Sesshomaru looking at her. Had he seen her? Did he hear her threaten Jaken? She saw his head turn slightly, and his eyes move, and she sighed in relief. He hadn’t seen her; he’d heard her scream and came to save her. She dropped her gaze to hide her relief, not only over not being seen, but also because it proved he still cared. “Gomen, Sesshomaru-sama,” she said softly, “I thought I saw something in the woods, but it must have been my imagination.” She snuck a look at him through her bangs. The youkai was looking at her with narrowed eyes… he knew she was lying. Her heart stopped, and then began to beat at double time. She almost collapsed with relief when he turned on his heel and began to walk away. She sighed, letting the tension slip out of her, then ran after him calling for him to wait… just like old times.
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That night Sesshomaru watched Rin’s sleeping form across the campfire. She had lied to him for the first time today. She had followed him for eight summers, and never once had she lied… The inu-youkai blinked. Had it really been eight summers?! A small frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. She would be… fourteen… fifteen summers old now?
It suddenly hit the youkai lord like a lightening bolt. His little girl was no longer a little girl! She was almost a woman! Was she already…? “Iie,” Sesshomaru thought to himself, “Iie, I would have smelled it…” Or would he? The girl who had lied to him that afternoon had looked nothing like his sweet ward. Had he been ignoring his senses? The girl across the fire’s voice was deeper than his little Rin-chan’s, she was taller as well, with dark, far away, brooding eyes, and a closed, guarded expression; his Rin-chan had always smiled, her face as open as the sky and sweeter than honey, and her eyes sparkled like the sea in the sun. She never would have lied to him! She simply was not capable of it! Had an evil spirit possessed her? Did a kuromiko replace her with a golem while he was away?
The proud lord snorted at his ridiculous fancies. No, the only evil spirit that had gotten a hold of her was time. He had simply taken for granted that she would be a youngling for much longer, since youkai children aged much slower than humans. His brows drew together, her age and state of development was not what bothered him… No, what bothered him was how strange she had become. He wondered when she’d stopped smiling, when she’d stopped talking incessantly, he searched his mind for some exact point…
Only to find he could not remember! He had always been so wrapped up in his own doings that he never bothered to actually talk to the girl. He smiled mirthlessly, no wonder she had ceased speaking, he had never listened. “Kuso,” he breathed softly, from they day she first found him, she had worshipped him, treated him like a god and followed him without question, and he had simply taken it in stride, acting like that was the way it should be. The only thing he had ever done for her was rescue her when she got into trouble. He had never spoken to her, never really listened, never spent time with her… the closest he’d ever come to spending time with her was when he would sit and watch her pick flowers and let her bring them to him. He shook his head, he had always found so much… well, not joy… he was Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western Lands, and was never joyous! But if not “joy” than at least… happiness, yes, he had always found so much happiness in watching her chase fireflies, and pick flowers, and cavort about. How had he not noticed when she stopped doing those things?
The inu-youkai let a sigh escape his lips as he shook his head. His little girl was no more; never again would she be the sweet innocent child he’d brought back to life… never again would she be a child at all. That thought stirred him from his melancholy. She was not a child, but was she a woman yet? He rose silently from his seat and walk quietly around the fire. When he reached Rin’s slumbering form, he bent over her and sniffed…
~~~
Sesshomaru bent over her and scooped her up tenderly. Rin gladly slid her arms around his neck, tangling her hands in the silky strands of his hair. As his lips brushed softly against hers, Rin shivered happily, knowing that this was the way it was always meant to be…
~~~
Sesshomaru leapt back from the girl as though burnt. He quickly moved to the other side of the campfire, putting as much distance between himself and the human as possible. Rin… his little Rin-chan had been… aroused! No! It couldn’t be true! She was much too young…
The proud lord stifled the tiny voice of denial with cold logic. There had been a small smile on her face, her cheeks were flushed, her body had been putting off more heat than normal, and her scent had been warm, and inviting. It had called to him, and implored him to stay with her, to get close to her, and lose himself in it. The inu-youkai growled, in addition to the scent of her arousal, he had picked up on something else. The girl may not be a woman yet, but she was close, very close. He gave her a week before she became fertile. Sesshomaru knew he couldn’t be around her during that time, but he didn’t dare leave her alone for any passing youkai to smell. The girl attracted trouble like bees to honey, and he knew she was too sweet for any youkai to pass up. No, he had no choice in the matter… For the duration of her fertility, and the week that followed, he would have to leave her among humans. They’re weak noses had more trouble picking up on each other’s scent… but humans were nasty creatures, some males would attack her just as quickly as any youkai. Where could he leave his precious Rin while she was vulnerable?
It hit him suddenly. The village Inuyasha had been sealed near! The old miko would take care of his ward, if she was still alive. She might even be able to tell him why Rin was suddenly so guarded and quiet… but how to ask without seeming ignorant? The youkai lord pondered this question until the sun rose.
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Rin woke up feeling hot. She hadn’t had any nightmares that night, just the new kinds of dreams. She liked the new dreams much better except… Jaken always looked at her funny after she had them. In fact he was looking at her funny now… A well-aimed rock took care of Jaken’s staring problem, and the girl hurried to her pack and grabbed a fresh kimono, a rag, and her brush. They had camped next to a spring, and she fully intended to take advantage of the chance to bathe and wash her kimono.
The stream was refreshingly cold on her hot skin, and made goose bumps rise all over her body. She quickly ducked under the water to cool all of her off at once, and to help herself adjust to the water’s temperature quicker. When she stood again, a breeze played over her wet skin, making her shiver. Her nipples hardened quickly at the teasing wind, and Rin made a small sound of annoyance. The nubs had always hardened when she was cold, but lately it had become noticeable, it was embarrassing! She poked one, trying to make it go back down, but it stubbornly remained hard. Her eyes narrowed, and she pinched the damned thing.
A gasp forced its way from her throat. The pinch had hurt! But… it had also felt good… The girl frowned and pinched her nipple again, this time gently. A warm, shivery feeling traveled through her body and coiled in her stomach. She tilted her head and pondered this new development. Being rough to her nipples hurt, but being gentle with them felt good… It was like in her dream! It was the same warm, shivering feeling she had gotten in the dream when Sesshomaru touched her breasts… but she had thought that was only because it was Sesshomaru touching her, she hadn’t realized she could recreate the feeling herself. If she could recreate this feeling, then maybe she could reach in the real world whatever it was that remained unattainable in her dreams! She scanned the river for somewhere to hide, she did not want Jaken to see doing it, he would tell Sesshomaru, and the youkai lord might leave her for it. She quickly spotted an out cropping of large rocks a little further downstream. The rocks would hide her from anyone looking for her, and give her the privacy she needed to recreate the feelings from her dream.
She quickly hid herself in the outcropping and sat, leaning against one of the rocks. Once sure she was completely hidden, she cupped a breast in her hand and began to knead it like Sesshomaru had done in her dream. It felt good… her palm rubbed deliciously over her nipple, making the small nub harden even more. She ran her free hand down her body to the nest of curls between her legs and gently pet the soft hair. Everything she was doing felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. Her actions fed the heat pooling in her stomach, but fed it slowly and did nothing to relieve it. She wanted to reach that crest the dreams always left her at, and she wanted to fall over the edge of it. She closed her eyes and called the dream up into her mind’s eye.
~~~
Rin’s legs were wrapped around Sesshomaru’s waist, and the place between her legs held open by, and pressed against the bow of the youkai’s hakama ties. The center knot rubbed against the nub between her petals, as the inu-youkai bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked the hard, sensitive flesh slowly, pulling it deeper and deeper into his mouth, until his fangs scraped against the sides of her breast, causing Rin to squirm even more against his hakama ties…
~~~
Rin moaned softly at the fantasy, and slipped her fingers between the lips that guarded her “place” and began to rub the sensitive knot she found.
~~~
“Rin…” her Sesshomaru moaned softly as he pulled away from her breast and lifted his head to claim her mouth, nipping and sucking on her lips and tongue. She made a soft noise deep in her throat, and moved against him, feeling something hard poke her rear as she squirmed. The youkai lord pulled away from her mouth to pant against her cheek, “You are making my hakama sticky.”
“Take them off then,” she purred throatily, nuzzling his striped cheek, earning a shiver from him.
~~~
A small, high pitched noise slipped out of Rin’s throat as her hand rubbed the pebble of flesh faster. Her skin was hot to the touch, and it seemed that every breeze caressed her, and the lapping water stroked her skin sensuously. She felt herself nearing the peak she reached in the dreams, and moaned softly, moving her hand even faster, and pressing down harder, desperate to find out what was on the other side of the precipice. Oh gods, everything felt so good; her thighs quivered, and some place deep inside her throbbed and felt so empty… so empty…
~~~
Sesshomaru set her down on wobbly legs, and quickly untied his hakama. Once he discarded the garments, he sat on the fur, which he had spread out on the ground earlier. Rin stared at his pale perfection, framed by the soft fur, and shivered with want. When he crooked a finger at her, she quickly went to him, and sat in his lap, facing him, and pressed her lips hungrily to his. The inu-youkai leisurely explored her mouth, while he slid a finger between her petals and lightly rubbed the small bud he found between them. She moaned against his lips, and pressed her body against his, his skin softer than the silk he wore. She needed something…
Sesshomaru pulled his hand away from her and a tiny smirk tugged at his lips at her whimper of protest. He wrapped his arm around her, lifting her and shifting his hips, and then began slowly lowering her onto his member, moaning as the tip pressed into her wet heat…
~~~
Rin couldn’t help the cry that escaped her as her world exploded. The heat that had pooled in her stomach suddenly consumed her whole body, making her writhe and thrash in the water. Lights exploded behind her eyelids, and small sounds poured from her lips as her body flew apart… It felt so good…
Rin slowly returned to herself, panting and gasping, her body shivering in the cold water. So that’s what her dreams were leading her to! It was… amazing! She had never felt this good, her body seemed as liquid as the water around her, and it seemed like the world had been lifted from her shoulders. She smiled goofily as she watched the clouds, reveling in the feeling.
“Rin-chan! Rin-chan! Where are you?” Jaken’s voice intruded on her happy floating state, “Rin-chan, Sesshomaru-sama is ready to leave! Where are you?!”
The girl sighed, and grabbed the rag she’d brought with her and quickly scrubbed herself, careful to wash between her legs. As good as Sesshomaru’s nose was, she knew he’d smell what she’d done, and she didn’t know how he’d react. She grabbed the kimono she’d brought to wash, and rinsed it in the water and rang it out as she ran back up stream.
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Sesshomaru silently watch Rin cavort about the group as they traveled. She ran off and came back with flowers, putting them in AiAun’s hair. She taunted Jaken, and got him to chase her. The inu-youkai smiled inwardly at the sound of her laughter and the sight of her happy smile and sparkling eyes. This was the Rin-chan he remembered, and it warmed him deep inside.
It also strengthened his resolve to leave her in Inuyasha’s village during her cycle. He would not have her come to harm because of nature’s programming. In the village not only would she be safe from other youkai… She would be safe from him. There were some things even the great Sesshomaru could not control, and he would not have Rin come to harm because of his body’s instincts.
He watched the girl run ahead, occasionally looking back and smiling her bright innocent smile.
Now, if you don't mind the idea, then please continue to read, constructive criticism is always welcome. One more things, Sesshomaru seems OOC, but it's only his thoughts, since we never know what he's thinking anyway. I will try my best to keep his actions IC. Thank you for your time, and onto the show!
Story note: ___ is a page break, and ~~~ signifies the beginning and end of a dream/vision, itallics between the swooshies signify the dream/vision itself.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, and the only payment I get out of writing these stories are the cookies and pron my friends throw at me for them
Tama no Kakera
Chapter 1
Sesshomaru held his head in his hands. He hadn’t been able to protect her… his beautiful little Rin-chan. She’d died because he hadn’t been powerful enough to protect her. It had shattered his soul, and even now, five hundred years later, it had the power to make him weep. Tears welled up in his eyes and slowly rolled down his striped cheeks. She had depended on him, worshipped him, and loved him, and he’d been unable to save her. A howl of sadness clawed its way from his throat, and he cried his pain to the full moon above.
She had been sacrificed on the altar of his pride. He’d refused to take action when that youkai threatened her, unwilling to show his enemy that he cared, sure that she could take of herself, and she’d died. His life ended as he watched the light die from her eyes, as he heard his name whispered on her last breath. Before he could stir from his shock to do anything, his opponent had taken her head, and fled the scene. Sesshomaru had been unable to move.
He’d died that day, but his body had continued to live, on and on, for centuries…
~~~
“Rin-chan!”
Jaken’s shout interrupted Rin’s writing. The dark-haired girl blew frantically on the wet ink, and sprinkled a bit of sand over the paper. She didn’t want Jaken to see what she’d been writing. As soon as she was sure the ink wouldn’t smudge, she rolled up the scroll and shoved it in her pack. As she’d grown older, she’d grown stronger and was able to carry more. Now she had a pack that held those things dear to her: her brush, her ink and her scrolls. She’d also acquired a few more kimonos so she didn’t have to wear the same one for every occasion.
Just as she’d hidden the scroll, Jaken appeared at the crest of the hill. Rin quickly grabbed the flowers she had picked before writing, “Coming Jaken,” she grabbed her stuff and ran after him.
“Jaken-sama!” the kappa grunted, “Where did your respect go?” He turned and started walking, “You should stop running off like this Rin-chan, you slow me… it’s because of you that we spend most of our time running to catch up to Sesshomaru-sama, because you have to stop at every meadow and pick your silly flowers…”
Rin tuned him out. The older she got, the more she disliked Jaken. Looking back she could see all the times he’d been needlessly cruel to her. When she was younger she’d thought he hadn’t meant to be mean, but as she grew up she recognized the signs of enjoyment he always showed when he indulged in his petty cruelty. She wished Sesshomaru would just dump him, but she’d been around the cold youkai long enough to recognize the signs of his amusement and affection. Still, she hoped one day her lord would come to his senses and get rid of Jaken.
Her thoughts drifted to her scrolls, and she sighed inwardly. Perhaps she should be more charitable to Jaken. After all, he’d taught her to read and write… granted it was only because she’d blackmailed him into it by telling him Sesshomaru would be angry at him for allowing her to remain illiterate. The people in the villages thought her crazy for staying with a youkai, but she would not be called ignorant as well as crazy! Regardless of his motive, Jaken had taught her to prove to the people they met that she was just as learned and refined as anyone they could name… and it allowed her to escape the insanity that breathed down her neck every day, and brewed in her mind every night.
When she’d turned thirteen she began having dreams… dreams of her death, and Sesshomaru’s pain. She couldn’t tell Jaken, and she didn’t dare bother Sesshomaru with it, but it was driving her crazy. She would start crying for no reason; she hadn’t been able to look at Sesshomaru at all. So she tried to stay awake to avoid the dreams, but after a while the dreams came to her even in waking. She’d look into the shadows and see her corpse, or she’d seen Sesshomaru crying with his face in his hands. One day, unable to stand it anymore, she’d picked up a brush and a scroll and began to write it all out. She found that writing it down helped… she didn’t randomly burst into tears anymore, and she could smile at her beloved Sesshomaru again. From that day on, she’d left flowers at every shrine and temple they passed, thanking whatever gods were watching for giving her a way to stave off the insanity that threatened. She had no doubts that had it persisted, and had he found out, Sesshomaru would have left her at the first village he found. She was still scared of that, which was why she never let Jaken or Sesshomaru see her write, let alone read what she had written.
It had been two years since the dreams had started, but now she had other dreams that contended with the dark ones. Just thinking about the new dreams brought heat to her cheeks. The new dreams were also about Sesshomaru, but instead of making her sad they made her feel… hot. Sometimes when she woke up she thought she was running a fever, she was so hot. The dreams made it hard for her to breathe sometimes, and occasionally they invaded her waking thoughts. There were times it was hard to look at Sesshomaru without turning crimson, and she worried that she would have to write these dreams down too. She was reluctant to do so because something told her it would be even worse if someone got a hold of a transcription of one of the new dreams, than if someone read one of the dark dream scrolls.
She scratched her chest… it was odd, the skin over her heart would start tingling suddenly, sometimes it went away as quickly as it came, and sometimes it stayed for days. Sesshomaru had noticed her scratching during one of the long spells, and asked her if she had bugs. She’d stopped scratching in front of him after that.
She sighed and adjusted her pack, eyes on the ground as she walked. Sesshomaru-sama… he would leave her soon. Some deep gut instinct told her this. Soon he would get rid of her; she wasn’t a cute, endearing little girl anymore and she doubted he’d have a use for a brooding young woman. Tears stung her eyes at the thought, but she blinked them away. Sesshomaru-sama would not have her crying.
Suddenly her vision distorted, and black dots danced in front of her eyes. “No…” she whispered, these were the warning signs that one of her dreams would hit her in waking. She forced herself to take another step, but the world slowed, and it seemed like the ground took hours to meet her as she fell.
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The vision started in third person, and Rin watched herself picking mushrooms and a few flowers as well. At the same time as her dream-self, she heard the twig break and knew immediately it wasn’t Sesshomaru, nor was it Jaken. The former wouldn’t have made any noise at all, and the latter would have made more, no this was just right for someone who was trying to be stealthy. Her dream-self returned to what she’d been doing, giving no indication that she’d heard, except that now she put rocks in her basket as well as organics.
There was a louder crack, and her dream-self turned, and suddenly Rin found herself one with the dream, so the hoards of youkai charged directly at her. She grabbed a rock from her basket and hurled it, there were so many she didn’t have to aim. It hit one of the attackers in the stomach… and left behind a hole. She didn’t stop to think about that as she continued to throw the rocks, but there were too many of them, and soon they overwhelmed her. As one reared back to hit her, she screamed…
~~~
“Sesshomaru-sama!” Rin screamed sitting bolt upright on the hard road. She clutched her burning chest and looked around, but found no threat, except for Jaken, eying her like she’d lost her mind. Kuso! Jaken had seen her pass out, he would tell Sesshomaru! She quickly reached out and grabbed the imp by the front of his haori, “If you tell Sesshomaru-sama that I passed out, I will tell him why you walk directly behind him, and what you’re really staring at when we walk.” She nodded in satisfaction when the kappa’s eyes went wide, and he sputtered. Her secret was safe. “Now,” she said as she got up and dusted herself off, “Let’s go find Sesshomaru-sama.”
The back of her neck tingled, and she turned around to find Sesshomaru looking at her. Had he seen her? Did he hear her threaten Jaken? She saw his head turn slightly, and his eyes move, and she sighed in relief. He hadn’t seen her; he’d heard her scream and came to save her. She dropped her gaze to hide her relief, not only over not being seen, but also because it proved he still cared. “Gomen, Sesshomaru-sama,” she said softly, “I thought I saw something in the woods, but it must have been my imagination.” She snuck a look at him through her bangs. The youkai was looking at her with narrowed eyes… he knew she was lying. Her heart stopped, and then began to beat at double time. She almost collapsed with relief when he turned on his heel and began to walk away. She sighed, letting the tension slip out of her, then ran after him calling for him to wait… just like old times.
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That night Sesshomaru watched Rin’s sleeping form across the campfire. She had lied to him for the first time today. She had followed him for eight summers, and never once had she lied… The inu-youkai blinked. Had it really been eight summers?! A small frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. She would be… fourteen… fifteen summers old now?
It suddenly hit the youkai lord like a lightening bolt. His little girl was no longer a little girl! She was almost a woman! Was she already…? “Iie,” Sesshomaru thought to himself, “Iie, I would have smelled it…” Or would he? The girl who had lied to him that afternoon had looked nothing like his sweet ward. Had he been ignoring his senses? The girl across the fire’s voice was deeper than his little Rin-chan’s, she was taller as well, with dark, far away, brooding eyes, and a closed, guarded expression; his Rin-chan had always smiled, her face as open as the sky and sweeter than honey, and her eyes sparkled like the sea in the sun. She never would have lied to him! She simply was not capable of it! Had an evil spirit possessed her? Did a kuromiko replace her with a golem while he was away?
The proud lord snorted at his ridiculous fancies. No, the only evil spirit that had gotten a hold of her was time. He had simply taken for granted that she would be a youngling for much longer, since youkai children aged much slower than humans. His brows drew together, her age and state of development was not what bothered him… No, what bothered him was how strange she had become. He wondered when she’d stopped smiling, when she’d stopped talking incessantly, he searched his mind for some exact point…
Only to find he could not remember! He had always been so wrapped up in his own doings that he never bothered to actually talk to the girl. He smiled mirthlessly, no wonder she had ceased speaking, he had never listened. “Kuso,” he breathed softly, from they day she first found him, she had worshipped him, treated him like a god and followed him without question, and he had simply taken it in stride, acting like that was the way it should be. The only thing he had ever done for her was rescue her when she got into trouble. He had never spoken to her, never really listened, never spent time with her… the closest he’d ever come to spending time with her was when he would sit and watch her pick flowers and let her bring them to him. He shook his head, he had always found so much… well, not joy… he was Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western Lands, and was never joyous! But if not “joy” than at least… happiness, yes, he had always found so much happiness in watching her chase fireflies, and pick flowers, and cavort about. How had he not noticed when she stopped doing those things?
The inu-youkai let a sigh escape his lips as he shook his head. His little girl was no more; never again would she be the sweet innocent child he’d brought back to life… never again would she be a child at all. That thought stirred him from his melancholy. She was not a child, but was she a woman yet? He rose silently from his seat and walk quietly around the fire. When he reached Rin’s slumbering form, he bent over her and sniffed…
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Sesshomaru bent over her and scooped her up tenderly. Rin gladly slid her arms around his neck, tangling her hands in the silky strands of his hair. As his lips brushed softly against hers, Rin shivered happily, knowing that this was the way it was always meant to be…
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Sesshomaru leapt back from the girl as though burnt. He quickly moved to the other side of the campfire, putting as much distance between himself and the human as possible. Rin… his little Rin-chan had been… aroused! No! It couldn’t be true! She was much too young…
The proud lord stifled the tiny voice of denial with cold logic. There had been a small smile on her face, her cheeks were flushed, her body had been putting off more heat than normal, and her scent had been warm, and inviting. It had called to him, and implored him to stay with her, to get close to her, and lose himself in it. The inu-youkai growled, in addition to the scent of her arousal, he had picked up on something else. The girl may not be a woman yet, but she was close, very close. He gave her a week before she became fertile. Sesshomaru knew he couldn’t be around her during that time, but he didn’t dare leave her alone for any passing youkai to smell. The girl attracted trouble like bees to honey, and he knew she was too sweet for any youkai to pass up. No, he had no choice in the matter… For the duration of her fertility, and the week that followed, he would have to leave her among humans. They’re weak noses had more trouble picking up on each other’s scent… but humans were nasty creatures, some males would attack her just as quickly as any youkai. Where could he leave his precious Rin while she was vulnerable?
It hit him suddenly. The village Inuyasha had been sealed near! The old miko would take care of his ward, if she was still alive. She might even be able to tell him why Rin was suddenly so guarded and quiet… but how to ask without seeming ignorant? The youkai lord pondered this question until the sun rose.
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Rin woke up feeling hot. She hadn’t had any nightmares that night, just the new kinds of dreams. She liked the new dreams much better except… Jaken always looked at her funny after she had them. In fact he was looking at her funny now… A well-aimed rock took care of Jaken’s staring problem, and the girl hurried to her pack and grabbed a fresh kimono, a rag, and her brush. They had camped next to a spring, and she fully intended to take advantage of the chance to bathe and wash her kimono.
The stream was refreshingly cold on her hot skin, and made goose bumps rise all over her body. She quickly ducked under the water to cool all of her off at once, and to help herself adjust to the water’s temperature quicker. When she stood again, a breeze played over her wet skin, making her shiver. Her nipples hardened quickly at the teasing wind, and Rin made a small sound of annoyance. The nubs had always hardened when she was cold, but lately it had become noticeable, it was embarrassing! She poked one, trying to make it go back down, but it stubbornly remained hard. Her eyes narrowed, and she pinched the damned thing.
A gasp forced its way from her throat. The pinch had hurt! But… it had also felt good… The girl frowned and pinched her nipple again, this time gently. A warm, shivery feeling traveled through her body and coiled in her stomach. She tilted her head and pondered this new development. Being rough to her nipples hurt, but being gentle with them felt good… It was like in her dream! It was the same warm, shivering feeling she had gotten in the dream when Sesshomaru touched her breasts… but she had thought that was only because it was Sesshomaru touching her, she hadn’t realized she could recreate the feeling herself. If she could recreate this feeling, then maybe she could reach in the real world whatever it was that remained unattainable in her dreams! She scanned the river for somewhere to hide, she did not want Jaken to see doing it, he would tell Sesshomaru, and the youkai lord might leave her for it. She quickly spotted an out cropping of large rocks a little further downstream. The rocks would hide her from anyone looking for her, and give her the privacy she needed to recreate the feelings from her dream.
She quickly hid herself in the outcropping and sat, leaning against one of the rocks. Once sure she was completely hidden, she cupped a breast in her hand and began to knead it like Sesshomaru had done in her dream. It felt good… her palm rubbed deliciously over her nipple, making the small nub harden even more. She ran her free hand down her body to the nest of curls between her legs and gently pet the soft hair. Everything she was doing felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. Her actions fed the heat pooling in her stomach, but fed it slowly and did nothing to relieve it. She wanted to reach that crest the dreams always left her at, and she wanted to fall over the edge of it. She closed her eyes and called the dream up into her mind’s eye.
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Rin’s legs were wrapped around Sesshomaru’s waist, and the place between her legs held open by, and pressed against the bow of the youkai’s hakama ties. The center knot rubbed against the nub between her petals, as the inu-youkai bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked the hard, sensitive flesh slowly, pulling it deeper and deeper into his mouth, until his fangs scraped against the sides of her breast, causing Rin to squirm even more against his hakama ties…
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Rin moaned softly at the fantasy, and slipped her fingers between the lips that guarded her “place” and began to rub the sensitive knot she found.
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“Rin…” her Sesshomaru moaned softly as he pulled away from her breast and lifted his head to claim her mouth, nipping and sucking on her lips and tongue. She made a soft noise deep in her throat, and moved against him, feeling something hard poke her rear as she squirmed. The youkai lord pulled away from her mouth to pant against her cheek, “You are making my hakama sticky.”
“Take them off then,” she purred throatily, nuzzling his striped cheek, earning a shiver from him.
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A small, high pitched noise slipped out of Rin’s throat as her hand rubbed the pebble of flesh faster. Her skin was hot to the touch, and it seemed that every breeze caressed her, and the lapping water stroked her skin sensuously. She felt herself nearing the peak she reached in the dreams, and moaned softly, moving her hand even faster, and pressing down harder, desperate to find out what was on the other side of the precipice. Oh gods, everything felt so good; her thighs quivered, and some place deep inside her throbbed and felt so empty… so empty…
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Sesshomaru set her down on wobbly legs, and quickly untied his hakama. Once he discarded the garments, he sat on the fur, which he had spread out on the ground earlier. Rin stared at his pale perfection, framed by the soft fur, and shivered with want. When he crooked a finger at her, she quickly went to him, and sat in his lap, facing him, and pressed her lips hungrily to his. The inu-youkai leisurely explored her mouth, while he slid a finger between her petals and lightly rubbed the small bud he found between them. She moaned against his lips, and pressed her body against his, his skin softer than the silk he wore. She needed something…
Sesshomaru pulled his hand away from her and a tiny smirk tugged at his lips at her whimper of protest. He wrapped his arm around her, lifting her and shifting his hips, and then began slowly lowering her onto his member, moaning as the tip pressed into her wet heat…
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Rin couldn’t help the cry that escaped her as her world exploded. The heat that had pooled in her stomach suddenly consumed her whole body, making her writhe and thrash in the water. Lights exploded behind her eyelids, and small sounds poured from her lips as her body flew apart… It felt so good…
Rin slowly returned to herself, panting and gasping, her body shivering in the cold water. So that’s what her dreams were leading her to! It was… amazing! She had never felt this good, her body seemed as liquid as the water around her, and it seemed like the world had been lifted from her shoulders. She smiled goofily as she watched the clouds, reveling in the feeling.
“Rin-chan! Rin-chan! Where are you?” Jaken’s voice intruded on her happy floating state, “Rin-chan, Sesshomaru-sama is ready to leave! Where are you?!”
The girl sighed, and grabbed the rag she’d brought with her and quickly scrubbed herself, careful to wash between her legs. As good as Sesshomaru’s nose was, she knew he’d smell what she’d done, and she didn’t know how he’d react. She grabbed the kimono she’d brought to wash, and rinsed it in the water and rang it out as she ran back up stream.
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Sesshomaru silently watch Rin cavort about the group as they traveled. She ran off and came back with flowers, putting them in AiAun’s hair. She taunted Jaken, and got him to chase her. The inu-youkai smiled inwardly at the sound of her laughter and the sight of her happy smile and sparkling eyes. This was the Rin-chan he remembered, and it warmed him deep inside.
It also strengthened his resolve to leave her in Inuyasha’s village during her cycle. He would not have her come to harm because of nature’s programming. In the village not only would she be safe from other youkai… She would be safe from him. There were some things even the great Sesshomaru could not control, and he would not have Rin come to harm because of his body’s instincts.
He watched the girl run ahead, occasionally looking back and smiling her bright innocent smile.