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The Sacred Tree
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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › Sesshōmaru/Kagome
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Adult ++
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3
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13
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Butterflies
“Wake up! Lord Sesshoumaru!”
Rin’s sweet voice struck through the darkness behind his eyes. Slowly, he began to feel the cool breeze of early morning licking at his pale skin, sliding his silken white locks across his cheek.
“Quick, Lord Sesshoumaru!”
He felt Rin take hold of his remaining arm and shake it. If Rin had been any other being, he would have snapped her little neck without hesitation for daring to lay a hand on him, but Rin, it was different with her. Her life belonged to him, she was breathing this very moment because of him; killing her would be like killing himself.
“Rin! How dare you touch Lord Sesshoumaru?” Jaken yelled. Even without opening his eyes, Sesshoumaru could clearly see Jaken jumping up and down in utter rage, his eyes aflame, and his stupid beak flapping away.
Why do I keep that idiot around? Sesshoumaru found himself asking that a lot these days, but there always seemed to be a time and a place for Jaken, and who knew the next time he’d need him, or rather need the power of his staff.
Sesshoumaru opened his amber eyes to see Rin jumping up and down excitedly, her eyes wide as dinner plates with wonder. Her hair flowed around her face on breeze as if she were underwater.
He took a deep breath, and sat straight up with a jolt. This was not a breeze created by natural forces; there was no scent of falling leaves, no scent of grazing deer, no scent of rushing rivers. As he looked around, he understood why Rin had woken him from his dreamless slumber.
Sesshoumaru almost smiled.
Thousands, millions of butterflies were fluttering around them, beating out a tempest with their luminescent, blue wings. They circled this way and that, brushing against his skin like tiny sheets of velvet. The sunlight sparkled like moonlight reflected off a pond, shining and refracting through and around the little wings. He looked down to his companions. Rin jumped up and down, twirling around and around with her arms in the air. Her hair twisted around her, a wide smile spread across her cherubic face. Jaken gripped his staff tightly in both webbed hands, swatting at the cloud.
“Get back!” Jaken yelled at the butterflies.
Sesshoumaru reached out and smacked the back of Jaken’s head, throwing him face-first into the grass. As always, Rin didn’t notice the violence.
As if all the butterflies had a single mind shared between all of them, all of them simultaneously turned and led a writhing, serpentine path through the forest. Rin giggled and turned on her heel, bounding into the trees behind them.
“Rin! Where do you think you’re going?” Jaken yelled after her. He looked up to Sesshoumaru, and after getting no reply from him, groaned and ran after her.
“Wait for me!” he whined.
Sesshoumaru follow in their wake, walking as quietly and calmly as ever. He could smell them from a mile away, and even if they wandered too far away, he could quickly engage his demon speed to catch up.
The butterflies flew a weaving course through a sunken valley and across a bridge, down into a sparsely vegetated grove. Sesshoumaru could smell the humans of a nearby village and kept his ears perked, listening and examining every sound. The butterflies can to rest on a large tree trunk, its roots reaching far from the base in every direction. Vines held the tree in a tight embrace, the branches reaching far into the sky.
“Aren’t they pretty, Lord Sesshoumaru?” Rin shouted to him as he strolled towards her and the tree. She jumped up and down, pointing to the relaxing butterflies. Jaken fell onto his rear, gasping for air.
“Rin! Why do you have us chasing after butterflies?” he asked her between breaths.
As usual, whenever Jaken chastised her, Rin ignored him. Jaken shook his head.
“I need a drink of water…” he groaned.
“I’ll get you some, Master Jaken!” Rin bounded over to him, taking the flask from his hip, and running off in the direction of the river.
“Rin! Wait for me!” Jaken pushed himself up from the ground and hobbled after her. “Don’t run so fast!”
Sesshoumaru turned to follow them, but as he turned his head, something caught his eye. As the butterflies fluttered their wings, they revealed something white beneath their tiny feet. As he approached the tree, he recognized it as a piece of parchment with light blue lines scrolled across it. He waved a hand over the butterflies, scattering them into the air. He grabbed hold of it and tore it from the tree. This strange piece of parchment was thinner than any other he had ever seen. Turning it over in his hand, he wondered how it didn’t just fall apart. On it, someone had written what looked like a poem, but it was nowhere near the normal accepted five line structure…
I trusted you
Gave my heart to you
But you threw it away as if it were a toy
I curse you
I’m hating you
I need someone whose heart I’ll enjoy
Where is that man
Where is he
Where is the one
Who will finally respect me?
What a strange way to write, what a strange way to speak. This parchment spoke of curses and hate, but held no magical power that he could sense. The person who wrote it spoke of a man…so was this written by a woman? If so, she must be insane. Women were toys, what kind of respect did toys deserve?
“What is that, Lord Sesshoumaru?”
Sesshoumaru turned around to see Rin standing there, her lips glistening with water.
“Nothing to worry about.” Whenever he reassured her, he could always feel a smile on the verge of breaking out. It was something he never understood. As Rin turned on her heel and ran back to Jaken returning from the river, Sesshoumaru looked back down to the parchment.
Respect…is that why I almost smile at Rin?
Watching Rin run circles around Jaken, Sesshoumaru pulled a thicker, more durable piece of parchment from his robe along with a quill. Seating himself beneath the tree, he propped the parchment onto his leg and began to write…
As morning breaks on the forest
And the rose buds open for the dew
The maiden’s kiss awakens the beast
Quenches the thirst in his soul
There is respect there
In smaller letters at the very bottom, he wrote…
Kennin 1203
Sesshoumaru stood and pinned it to the tree, turning back to watch his companions.
Rin’s sweet voice struck through the darkness behind his eyes. Slowly, he began to feel the cool breeze of early morning licking at his pale skin, sliding his silken white locks across his cheek.
“Quick, Lord Sesshoumaru!”
He felt Rin take hold of his remaining arm and shake it. If Rin had been any other being, he would have snapped her little neck without hesitation for daring to lay a hand on him, but Rin, it was different with her. Her life belonged to him, she was breathing this very moment because of him; killing her would be like killing himself.
“Rin! How dare you touch Lord Sesshoumaru?” Jaken yelled. Even without opening his eyes, Sesshoumaru could clearly see Jaken jumping up and down in utter rage, his eyes aflame, and his stupid beak flapping away.
Why do I keep that idiot around? Sesshoumaru found himself asking that a lot these days, but there always seemed to be a time and a place for Jaken, and who knew the next time he’d need him, or rather need the power of his staff.
Sesshoumaru opened his amber eyes to see Rin jumping up and down excitedly, her eyes wide as dinner plates with wonder. Her hair flowed around her face on breeze as if she were underwater.
He took a deep breath, and sat straight up with a jolt. This was not a breeze created by natural forces; there was no scent of falling leaves, no scent of grazing deer, no scent of rushing rivers. As he looked around, he understood why Rin had woken him from his dreamless slumber.
Sesshoumaru almost smiled.
Thousands, millions of butterflies were fluttering around them, beating out a tempest with their luminescent, blue wings. They circled this way and that, brushing against his skin like tiny sheets of velvet. The sunlight sparkled like moonlight reflected off a pond, shining and refracting through and around the little wings. He looked down to his companions. Rin jumped up and down, twirling around and around with her arms in the air. Her hair twisted around her, a wide smile spread across her cherubic face. Jaken gripped his staff tightly in both webbed hands, swatting at the cloud.
“Get back!” Jaken yelled at the butterflies.
Sesshoumaru reached out and smacked the back of Jaken’s head, throwing him face-first into the grass. As always, Rin didn’t notice the violence.
As if all the butterflies had a single mind shared between all of them, all of them simultaneously turned and led a writhing, serpentine path through the forest. Rin giggled and turned on her heel, bounding into the trees behind them.
“Rin! Where do you think you’re going?” Jaken yelled after her. He looked up to Sesshoumaru, and after getting no reply from him, groaned and ran after her.
“Wait for me!” he whined.
Sesshoumaru follow in their wake, walking as quietly and calmly as ever. He could smell them from a mile away, and even if they wandered too far away, he could quickly engage his demon speed to catch up.
The butterflies flew a weaving course through a sunken valley and across a bridge, down into a sparsely vegetated grove. Sesshoumaru could smell the humans of a nearby village and kept his ears perked, listening and examining every sound. The butterflies can to rest on a large tree trunk, its roots reaching far from the base in every direction. Vines held the tree in a tight embrace, the branches reaching far into the sky.
“Aren’t they pretty, Lord Sesshoumaru?” Rin shouted to him as he strolled towards her and the tree. She jumped up and down, pointing to the relaxing butterflies. Jaken fell onto his rear, gasping for air.
“Rin! Why do you have us chasing after butterflies?” he asked her between breaths.
As usual, whenever Jaken chastised her, Rin ignored him. Jaken shook his head.
“I need a drink of water…” he groaned.
“I’ll get you some, Master Jaken!” Rin bounded over to him, taking the flask from his hip, and running off in the direction of the river.
“Rin! Wait for me!” Jaken pushed himself up from the ground and hobbled after her. “Don’t run so fast!”
Sesshoumaru turned to follow them, but as he turned his head, something caught his eye. As the butterflies fluttered their wings, they revealed something white beneath their tiny feet. As he approached the tree, he recognized it as a piece of parchment with light blue lines scrolled across it. He waved a hand over the butterflies, scattering them into the air. He grabbed hold of it and tore it from the tree. This strange piece of parchment was thinner than any other he had ever seen. Turning it over in his hand, he wondered how it didn’t just fall apart. On it, someone had written what looked like a poem, but it was nowhere near the normal accepted five line structure…
I trusted you
Gave my heart to you
But you threw it away as if it were a toy
I curse you
I’m hating you
I need someone whose heart I’ll enjoy
Where is that man
Where is he
Where is the one
Who will finally respect me?
What a strange way to write, what a strange way to speak. This parchment spoke of curses and hate, but held no magical power that he could sense. The person who wrote it spoke of a man…so was this written by a woman? If so, she must be insane. Women were toys, what kind of respect did toys deserve?
“What is that, Lord Sesshoumaru?”
Sesshoumaru turned around to see Rin standing there, her lips glistening with water.
“Nothing to worry about.” Whenever he reassured her, he could always feel a smile on the verge of breaking out. It was something he never understood. As Rin turned on her heel and ran back to Jaken returning from the river, Sesshoumaru looked back down to the parchment.
Respect…is that why I almost smile at Rin?
Watching Rin run circles around Jaken, Sesshoumaru pulled a thicker, more durable piece of parchment from his robe along with a quill. Seating himself beneath the tree, he propped the parchment onto his leg and began to write…
As morning breaks on the forest
And the rose buds open for the dew
The maiden’s kiss awakens the beast
Quenches the thirst in his soul
There is respect there
In smaller letters at the very bottom, he wrote…
Kennin 1203
Sesshoumaru stood and pinned it to the tree, turning back to watch his companions.