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Four
“Lord Sessh-o-ma-ru. Are you lis—Hey!!” Rin shouted at Jaken’s swat on her head.
“Quiet, girl! Our lord is deep in thought!” the imp squawked at her. “No doubt wondering why he saved you to begin with, useless wretch,” he finished in a mumble.
Fool. As if I couldn’t hear that, he thought. “Jaken.”
“Awwk!! Uhh—Yes, milord? What can your humble servant do for you? I’d be delighted to—”
“Jaken.” He squawked again, but went silent. “Take Rin to find food. I wish to be alone.” The toad bowed several times, and left with the girl in tow.
What malady has come over me? I saved the priestess, but why? What drove me to play guardian this day
But more importantly, why do I not regret it in the slightest?
He mused over their few encounters and her reactions to him, noting that the only fear she seemed to feel was never for herself, but for others. He weighed what he had observed in the last several weeks against both his perceptions of humans on the whole and what he'd thought of her as of before several weeks ago. In his mind's eye, Sesshomaru replayed his memories of the girl; he watched her fight himself and other demons, he watched her cry and laugh, he watched her fuss over the well-being of her friends and anyone else that came along.
He watched some memories more than once, like in his father's bones, the look she wore as she looked into his eyes before he'd tried to kill her with his poison. And just before that as she threatened to cut him. The thought almost brought a smile to his lips; she was so like a puppy, this girl, baring her little teeth and thinking herself fierce.
Or perhaps not. Perhaps it was an action sprung of a necessary practicality, one incongruous with the rest of her pure and gentle nature. A mental note was added that she had a solid, hardened core underneath the sunny disposition. The more he thought of her in this newer light, the more he noticed the determination and a reckless selflessness in their encounters and his observations. In this, he also recognized her apparent need to feel useful beyond her ability to locate the shards of the Shikon no Tama; her archery had drastically improved as she practiced as often as possible, and more than once, he had felt her aura flare and recede as the monk helped her sharpen her holy powers.
Sesshomaru gazed at the horizon, and lost himself to thought until his ward and retainer returned. Rin ran up to him, smiling as wide as ever, a bunch of flowers clutched in her hand. She offered them up to him.
“You seemed a little sad, Lord Sesshomaru, so I picked some flowers for you,” she beamed at him as he took the flowers.
“Thank you, Rin,” he said, and smiled ever-so-slightly at her. He watched her skip away and flop onto a patch of soft grass to prepare the rabbit she’d returned with. He watched as she deftly skinned and gutted the small beast, getting only a small amount of blood on the skin and fur. He knew she saved the skins and would work them into mittens and other simple things to sell in villages they passed. She was quick, resourceful and intelligent, inspiring no small amount of pride in the great demon. She spitted the rabbit and set it over her fire. She stared into the fire for a moment, lost in the hypnotizing dance of the flames.
Sesshomaru shifted a little, drawing her attention. He met her eyes, but they were not the eyes of his ward, but the young priestess, smiling back at him. He gave himself a mental shake and looked again into the eyes of the human child under his care. Of course it wasn’t the priestess. She was with her companions just now, a little under half a day’s travel away.
“Hn.” Sesshomaru gazed off into the distance once more.
“Quiet, girl! Our lord is deep in thought!” the imp squawked at her. “No doubt wondering why he saved you to begin with, useless wretch,” he finished in a mumble.
Fool. As if I couldn’t hear that, he thought. “Jaken.”
“Awwk!! Uhh—Yes, milord? What can your humble servant do for you? I’d be delighted to—”
“Jaken.” He squawked again, but went silent. “Take Rin to find food. I wish to be alone.” The toad bowed several times, and left with the girl in tow.
What malady has come over me? I saved the priestess, but why? What drove me to play guardian this day
But more importantly, why do I not regret it in the slightest?
He mused over their few encounters and her reactions to him, noting that the only fear she seemed to feel was never for herself, but for others. He weighed what he had observed in the last several weeks against both his perceptions of humans on the whole and what he'd thought of her as of before several weeks ago. In his mind's eye, Sesshomaru replayed his memories of the girl; he watched her fight himself and other demons, he watched her cry and laugh, he watched her fuss over the well-being of her friends and anyone else that came along.
He watched some memories more than once, like in his father's bones, the look she wore as she looked into his eyes before he'd tried to kill her with his poison. And just before that as she threatened to cut him. The thought almost brought a smile to his lips; she was so like a puppy, this girl, baring her little teeth and thinking herself fierce.
Or perhaps not. Perhaps it was an action sprung of a necessary practicality, one incongruous with the rest of her pure and gentle nature. A mental note was added that she had a solid, hardened core underneath the sunny disposition. The more he thought of her in this newer light, the more he noticed the determination and a reckless selflessness in their encounters and his observations. In this, he also recognized her apparent need to feel useful beyond her ability to locate the shards of the Shikon no Tama; her archery had drastically improved as she practiced as often as possible, and more than once, he had felt her aura flare and recede as the monk helped her sharpen her holy powers.
Sesshomaru gazed at the horizon, and lost himself to thought until his ward and retainer returned. Rin ran up to him, smiling as wide as ever, a bunch of flowers clutched in her hand. She offered them up to him.
“You seemed a little sad, Lord Sesshomaru, so I picked some flowers for you,” she beamed at him as he took the flowers.
“Thank you, Rin,” he said, and smiled ever-so-slightly at her. He watched her skip away and flop onto a patch of soft grass to prepare the rabbit she’d returned with. He watched as she deftly skinned and gutted the small beast, getting only a small amount of blood on the skin and fur. He knew she saved the skins and would work them into mittens and other simple things to sell in villages they passed. She was quick, resourceful and intelligent, inspiring no small amount of pride in the great demon. She spitted the rabbit and set it over her fire. She stared into the fire for a moment, lost in the hypnotizing dance of the flames.
Sesshomaru shifted a little, drawing her attention. He met her eyes, but they were not the eyes of his ward, but the young priestess, smiling back at him. He gave himself a mental shake and looked again into the eyes of the human child under his care. Of course it wasn’t the priestess. She was with her companions just now, a little under half a day’s travel away.
“Hn.” Sesshomaru gazed off into the distance once more.