The Feudal Bicycle
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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › Sesshōmaru/Rin
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Adult ++
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6
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3,575
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The Flying Fluffy Armchair (aka Flying Fluff with Fluffy and Rin)
Quick notes- A sweet little Sess/Rin moment. Nothing raunchy now. That comes later. I thought I would have a lemon of somebody by now, but I think my story has a mind of its own. And it wants a plot. Not sure why, but it does. *brandishes fist at the fic*
Synopsis- Sesshy and Rin fly home to get Inuyasha a safe place to rest. Lots of Sesshy thoughts.
**Disclaimer- I do not own any part of Inuyasha. But if I did, ummm yeah, did I mention I like Inucest?**
Remember…
SESSHOMARU WANTS YOU!
TO
READ AND REVIEW!!!!
Sesshomaru headed down the path toward his brother. Lying there, he looked so weak, so aggravating, so..so...so supine!
“Rin!” The girl ran with the gate of an overgrown pup.
“Yes?” Her eyes sparkled, always ready to help.
“We are going to carry Inuyasha back to my fortress. You will take care of him there. A battlefield is no place for a lady.”
Rin’s eyes dimmed. “Can’t I stay with you?”
“No Rin. I need to take care of my brother, and the person best able to do that, is not me.” Sesshomaru snarled.
Rin looked slightly taken aback. What on earth had possessed Sesshomaru to take such pity on his brother? Not that he hadn’t cared before, but he had never shown such an open declaration of benevolence. The more she thought about it, perhaps she and Inuyasha weren’t so different after all. Sesshomaru might not be the warmest youkai, but he had given both Rin and Inuyasha the most precious gift of all, their lives. After she had been rescued from death, she had become his servant, devoted to his every need. But Inuyasha?
Sesshomaru hoisted his brother up jackknifed over his shoulder, so that his head limply bobbed at the Lord’s waist. Rin had found it funny when Sesshomaru had said “we will carry him.” It was if he expected her to fly too.
“Rin. Come.” She did as she was told. Sesshomaru knelt so that he bent one of his legs and pulled Rin closer to him. Gently he spread her legs as he pulled her onto his thigh. She was rarely allowed to come this close to her lord, and here he had made a seat of himself to fly her to his castle. She felt his arm, his real arm, snake around her body about her waist and reaching up between her breasts. A warm fire caught her breath as his clawed hand rested at her collarbone, keeping her in a protective embrace.
Rin closed her eyes. She could feel the heat of Sesshomaru’s body everywhere that they touched. She wondered if he felt the same way. Perhaps that was why the Daiyoukai rarely touched people, if one contact could mean so much. Her scalp tingled slightly as the demon’s breath rustled the forest of her hair. Strange, she thought, never in my life have I been given this strange urge to reach back and—
“Rin, hold on tight.” Rin nodded. She embraced the arm that enveloped her torso and squeezed his thigh between her legs. Surprised, she heard him gasp. “Maybe not so tight, with your legs.”
Rin was perplexed. That grip that she gave was nothing compared to what he dealt with on a daily basis. Regardless she did as she was told.
Her body began to glow and the countryside stretched out in front of her, mountainous like the world’s largest oil painting. It whirred by her, the images warping larger as she chose to look at each one, but sinking back into the background as soon as her eyes found something else. Sesshomaru’s castle loomed into full view taking an ethereal appearance as the sun began to rise at its feet.
Soon they were in the keep. As suddenly as it had begun, Sesshomaru withdrew his arm and scooped her up off of his leg.
“Follow me.”
The youkai walked down the gilded hallway with a long graceful stride, stopping when he got to a small room off to the side. Before entering, he grabbed the shoulder of a young low-leveled youkai and whispered something to him before the little youkai ran off. Rin opened the door for her lord although he seemed to fight with her as to who was going to open the door for whom. Rin bowed gracefully in front of him meeting his eyes at the lowest point. Was that a blush in his cheeks she saw? She snatched another look. He was back to the icy ivory of normalcy.
Sesshomaru dropped the deadweight of his brother onto the futon inside and began to untie the bindings on his hands and feet. Rin scrambled to pull the soft sueded blanket over Inuyasha’s body and knelt dutifully at her master’s feet. Soon after, the servant boy ran into the room with a plate filled with food. Fresh fish steaming heavenward, mushrooms in a sake tinged sauce, potatoes, beans of the rainbow, vine ripened fruit, and mountains of rice adorned the wooden slab. He placed it on the table, and bowed before scurrying out of the room as quickly as he came.
“Rin, you must eat, but you do not need to worry. This is a lot of food. Feed it to Inuyasha when he awakens.”
Rin nodded her head vigorously.
“Also Rin, do not be afraid. I am locking the both of you in here. I am afraid that if I do not, my brother will try to break free from your care. Do you understand?”
“Whatever you want from me, I will do.”
Sesshomaru had to fight the urge again to stroke her hair. “I know you would.”
“Rin, I shall be returning within a few hours time. I need to take care of his friends bodies. They will be given proper funerals here. If he asks, tell him so.”
“Ok!” Rin smiled another one of her 24 karat smiles. She abruptly got a rag and dipped it into the cask of water in the corner of the room. Wringing it out, she rolled it into a long flat snake, which she applied to Inuyasha’s forehead. He groaned and shuffled in his sleep.
Sesshomaru stood in the doorframe, watching Rin and Inuyasha. He watched her stroke those ears and his hair absentmindedly as she cared for him. Even though she was so old, she acted little different from the stubborn seven year old that he had rescued from death a few years before. His innocent Rin. Perhaps if there were more humans raised by demons there would be more humans in the world worth knowing or raising the Tenseiga for.
No. That wouldn’t make a difference. Rin was Rin, and that’s all there was to it. Sesshomaru closed the thick oak door and padlocked it. Then he set a magical barrier in place so it would not move.
“Take care of my brother, Rin” Sesshomaru whispered at the door.
“Take care of Rin, my brother,” He whispered even softer behind it.
The surroundings of the castle began to spin and bleed together as he formed his self of energy once more. What had gotten into him lately? Sesshomaru sped over to the aftermath where Jaken toiled, cursing his lord with every scrub of his little clawed hand.
Synopsis- Sesshy and Rin fly home to get Inuyasha a safe place to rest. Lots of Sesshy thoughts.
**Disclaimer- I do not own any part of Inuyasha. But if I did, ummm yeah, did I mention I like Inucest?**
Remember…
SESSHOMARU WANTS YOU!
TO
READ AND REVIEW!!!!
Sesshomaru headed down the path toward his brother. Lying there, he looked so weak, so aggravating, so..so...so supine!
“Rin!” The girl ran with the gate of an overgrown pup.
“Yes?” Her eyes sparkled, always ready to help.
“We are going to carry Inuyasha back to my fortress. You will take care of him there. A battlefield is no place for a lady.”
Rin’s eyes dimmed. “Can’t I stay with you?”
“No Rin. I need to take care of my brother, and the person best able to do that, is not me.” Sesshomaru snarled.
Rin looked slightly taken aback. What on earth had possessed Sesshomaru to take such pity on his brother? Not that he hadn’t cared before, but he had never shown such an open declaration of benevolence. The more she thought about it, perhaps she and Inuyasha weren’t so different after all. Sesshomaru might not be the warmest youkai, but he had given both Rin and Inuyasha the most precious gift of all, their lives. After she had been rescued from death, she had become his servant, devoted to his every need. But Inuyasha?
Sesshomaru hoisted his brother up jackknifed over his shoulder, so that his head limply bobbed at the Lord’s waist. Rin had found it funny when Sesshomaru had said “we will carry him.” It was if he expected her to fly too.
“Rin. Come.” She did as she was told. Sesshomaru knelt so that he bent one of his legs and pulled Rin closer to him. Gently he spread her legs as he pulled her onto his thigh. She was rarely allowed to come this close to her lord, and here he had made a seat of himself to fly her to his castle. She felt his arm, his real arm, snake around her body about her waist and reaching up between her breasts. A warm fire caught her breath as his clawed hand rested at her collarbone, keeping her in a protective embrace.
Rin closed her eyes. She could feel the heat of Sesshomaru’s body everywhere that they touched. She wondered if he felt the same way. Perhaps that was why the Daiyoukai rarely touched people, if one contact could mean so much. Her scalp tingled slightly as the demon’s breath rustled the forest of her hair. Strange, she thought, never in my life have I been given this strange urge to reach back and—
“Rin, hold on tight.” Rin nodded. She embraced the arm that enveloped her torso and squeezed his thigh between her legs. Surprised, she heard him gasp. “Maybe not so tight, with your legs.”
Rin was perplexed. That grip that she gave was nothing compared to what he dealt with on a daily basis. Regardless she did as she was told.
Her body began to glow and the countryside stretched out in front of her, mountainous like the world’s largest oil painting. It whirred by her, the images warping larger as she chose to look at each one, but sinking back into the background as soon as her eyes found something else. Sesshomaru’s castle loomed into full view taking an ethereal appearance as the sun began to rise at its feet.
Soon they were in the keep. As suddenly as it had begun, Sesshomaru withdrew his arm and scooped her up off of his leg.
“Follow me.”
The youkai walked down the gilded hallway with a long graceful stride, stopping when he got to a small room off to the side. Before entering, he grabbed the shoulder of a young low-leveled youkai and whispered something to him before the little youkai ran off. Rin opened the door for her lord although he seemed to fight with her as to who was going to open the door for whom. Rin bowed gracefully in front of him meeting his eyes at the lowest point. Was that a blush in his cheeks she saw? She snatched another look. He was back to the icy ivory of normalcy.
Sesshomaru dropped the deadweight of his brother onto the futon inside and began to untie the bindings on his hands and feet. Rin scrambled to pull the soft sueded blanket over Inuyasha’s body and knelt dutifully at her master’s feet. Soon after, the servant boy ran into the room with a plate filled with food. Fresh fish steaming heavenward, mushrooms in a sake tinged sauce, potatoes, beans of the rainbow, vine ripened fruit, and mountains of rice adorned the wooden slab. He placed it on the table, and bowed before scurrying out of the room as quickly as he came.
“Rin, you must eat, but you do not need to worry. This is a lot of food. Feed it to Inuyasha when he awakens.”
Rin nodded her head vigorously.
“Also Rin, do not be afraid. I am locking the both of you in here. I am afraid that if I do not, my brother will try to break free from your care. Do you understand?”
“Whatever you want from me, I will do.”
Sesshomaru had to fight the urge again to stroke her hair. “I know you would.”
“Rin, I shall be returning within a few hours time. I need to take care of his friends bodies. They will be given proper funerals here. If he asks, tell him so.”
“Ok!” Rin smiled another one of her 24 karat smiles. She abruptly got a rag and dipped it into the cask of water in the corner of the room. Wringing it out, she rolled it into a long flat snake, which she applied to Inuyasha’s forehead. He groaned and shuffled in his sleep.
Sesshomaru stood in the doorframe, watching Rin and Inuyasha. He watched her stroke those ears and his hair absentmindedly as she cared for him. Even though she was so old, she acted little different from the stubborn seven year old that he had rescued from death a few years before. His innocent Rin. Perhaps if there were more humans raised by demons there would be more humans in the world worth knowing or raising the Tenseiga for.
No. That wouldn’t make a difference. Rin was Rin, and that’s all there was to it. Sesshomaru closed the thick oak door and padlocked it. Then he set a magical barrier in place so it would not move.
“Take care of my brother, Rin” Sesshomaru whispered at the door.
“Take care of Rin, my brother,” He whispered even softer behind it.
The surroundings of the castle began to spin and bleed together as he formed his self of energy once more. What had gotten into him lately? Sesshomaru sped over to the aftermath where Jaken toiled, cursing his lord with every scrub of his little clawed hand.