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Chapter 5
© Salome Wilde, 2008
New Beginnings
Author’s Note: I wonder if you can possibly know how thrilled it makes me to have the hits and reviews come so fast and furious for this story? You humble and inspire me and keep me vacillating between two selves: the chibi me with little sweatdrop at the brow -- knowing I have to work hard to please you -- and the hot-and-bothered me enjoying the pleasure of arousing and being aroused by writing this sexy/nasty/angsty romantic Sesshomaru/Rin fic. Ok, I better start explaining what the heck is going on with Sesshomaru, eh? I will. But slowly.
Chapter 5
Rin awoke feeling too warm and overly confined. The smell of rice cooking over a fire turned her stomach. Thoughts swirled through her mind on wings, flying forth then detaching themselves and dispersing before she could make sense of them. Why was Jaken cooking in the middle of the night? What made her jaw ache? Had someone torn her kimono? Was someone calling her name? Could she open her eyes if she wished? Why could she not smell her mate anymore?
This last question roused her fully. Her eyes flew open and she struggled to sit up, only to fall back again in pain. She panicked, feeling aches and twinges all over and fearing she had been kidnapped. A figure in red was pressing her shoulders down to keep her from rising again. Why? “Sesshomaru-sama!” Rin called out, her voice hoarse and unfamiliar to her ears.
“Lie still, Rin,” the figure said.
Rin blinked and focused her gaze. She saw the Priestess Kikyo’s face above hers, eyes as unreadable as Sesshomaru’s, hands solid and firm on her body, voice surprisingly gentle. The confusion and alarm Rin felt must have been plain, for before she could speak again, Kikyo continued: “You must not open your wounds again, Rin. Please, be still.”
The words “wounds” and “again” fueled the terror building inside Rin. What had happened? Where was her mate? She rose, despite the pain, and cried out: “Sesshomaru! Where is he, Kikyo? Is he hurt?” Her jaw throbbed and she brought a hand up to discover the bandages there.
Kikyo seemed to know that responding to Rin’s questions would do more good than trying to control her body at this moment. “Sesshomaru is well, Rin. He brought you to me for healing. Now lie back and I will bring you some medicinal tea to ease your pain.”
Rin remained sitting, gingerly feeling her tender jaw while frantically searching her mind for answers. What had happened to her? Why had Sesshomaru not stayed by her side? Why could she not remember? She felt a sudden, sharp twinge in both body and mind that pushed her away from these questions. Kikyo sighed at her upright posture and went to fetch the tea.
Throwing off the tightly wrapped covering in which she was swaddled, Rin found herself in a loose white robe. She untied it and looked down at her body. There were poultices and bandages all over her: arms and shoulders, breasts and torso, hips and thighs…and a thick, tight fundoshi-like wrapping, stained with blood, between her legs. It was seeing this last that made her scream.
Kikyo came swiftly back and took Rin into her arms. Rin clung to the priestess like a child. Images flashed through her mind of a savage demon, tearing her flesh and forcing himself into her, unheeding of her cries. He had taken control of her body then taken pleasure in her pain. She remembered the sound of his snarl in her ears and his demon eyes boring into her soul. The vicious beast had sought to destroy her spirit, though he had not wanted to kill her or she would not be alive now. His power, she recalled it in these fleeting bursts, was immense.
She began to sob. Why had she gone through this alone? Why had Sesshomaru not been there to save her? Kikyo held her close as she whimpered and wept.
“Come,” Kikyo said when the spell of crying began to ebb. “Drink a little and let us talk, Rin.”
Rin dried her eyes on the robe and refastened it. Then she took the offered cup from Kikyo and sipped. The warm tea felt good in her mouth and as it moved down her throat. It had a light flavor and soothing, floral aroma. She tried to concentrate on the tea, just the tea, reminding herself that she was safe and alive and, because she trusted Kikyo’s word, so was her mate. Despite her efforts, her heart began to race again at that thought, for where was he? Nausea rushed upon her, and she could not tell whether it was from her injured state, the tea, or Sesshomaru’s absence. Always, time apart from him was hard. She clung to his scent like a beacon in an otherwise overlarge and dangerous world. Far more dangerous now that she had discovered just how incapable she was of protecting herself. Her efforts to train in combat seemed more futile now than ever. Tears began to flow again and she started to feel in earnest the heavy, dull ache between her legs.
“The wounds should heal well, Rin,” Kikyo stated, matter-of-factly. “You will have scars, on your face and perhaps your shoulders, but they should not be large if you continue to treat them as I have been doing.”
Rin was grateful for her lack of emotion. It centered her, made her feel a little less fragile, and it was comforting in its familiarity. She wondered if this priestess and her mate realized just how similar they were.
Kikyo had paused in her speech. Rin noted that her eyes suddenly seemed far away. She wanted to speak -- to thank Kikyo for her care, to ask how long she had been there, to find out where Sesshomaru was -- but it was clear the priestess had more to say. “I do not think your ability to bear children has been compromised, but I cannot be certain.”
Rin winced. She knew the demon’s attack had included a sexual assault that even now rang in her mind and body. But she had not contemplated its implications beyond the pain and the traces of blood she saw on the cloth between her legs.
Kikyo continued. “You may discover the answer soon, Rin.”
Soon? Rin’s eyes grew wide with fear. It had not occurred to her that she could be with-child, that the despicable demon had released within her. In an instant, her mind raced through their heated discussions of intimacy and childbearing, Sesshomaru’s loathing for hanyo, his unwillingness to have her bear his son or daughter, his disdain for his brother’s choices…. Gods, what if she were now pregnant with the offspring of the demon who had assaulted her? If he could not love an infant they bore together, how deeply would he loathe her for bearing the child of another demon? She felt a sob rise again in her throat, but all that came forth was a whisper. “Sesshomaru,” she mouthed.
“Yes, Rin.”
Time stopped. Kikyo had spoken only two words. Words that denoted sympathy, confirmation. They were spoken in the same unemotional tone as all the priestess had thus far said. They could mean anything. But, in truth, they meant only one thing. She shook her head minutely, barely a gesture. The reality of who was behind those blood-red eyes, who had raked and torn her flesh, who had plunged into her yielding body with terrorizing and damaging intent assaulted her anew. Kikyo’s two-word truth opened her to a reality she could not bear. The acknowledgment turned her fear and anguish into a deathwish. Just that swiftly. Rin wanted to disappear, to simply not be.
Her master and lord, her protector and savior, her mate and her love was also her assailant, her enemy. And now she might bear that hero-turned-villain’s child. Life did not, could not exist with that impossible knowledge.
New Beginnings
Author’s Note: I wonder if you can possibly know how thrilled it makes me to have the hits and reviews come so fast and furious for this story? You humble and inspire me and keep me vacillating between two selves: the chibi me with little sweatdrop at the brow -- knowing I have to work hard to please you -- and the hot-and-bothered me enjoying the pleasure of arousing and being aroused by writing this sexy/nasty/angsty romantic Sesshomaru/Rin fic. Ok, I better start explaining what the heck is going on with Sesshomaru, eh? I will. But slowly.
Chapter 5
Rin awoke feeling too warm and overly confined. The smell of rice cooking over a fire turned her stomach. Thoughts swirled through her mind on wings, flying forth then detaching themselves and dispersing before she could make sense of them. Why was Jaken cooking in the middle of the night? What made her jaw ache? Had someone torn her kimono? Was someone calling her name? Could she open her eyes if she wished? Why could she not smell her mate anymore?
This last question roused her fully. Her eyes flew open and she struggled to sit up, only to fall back again in pain. She panicked, feeling aches and twinges all over and fearing she had been kidnapped. A figure in red was pressing her shoulders down to keep her from rising again. Why? “Sesshomaru-sama!” Rin called out, her voice hoarse and unfamiliar to her ears.
“Lie still, Rin,” the figure said.
Rin blinked and focused her gaze. She saw the Priestess Kikyo’s face above hers, eyes as unreadable as Sesshomaru’s, hands solid and firm on her body, voice surprisingly gentle. The confusion and alarm Rin felt must have been plain, for before she could speak again, Kikyo continued: “You must not open your wounds again, Rin. Please, be still.”
The words “wounds” and “again” fueled the terror building inside Rin. What had happened? Where was her mate? She rose, despite the pain, and cried out: “Sesshomaru! Where is he, Kikyo? Is he hurt?” Her jaw throbbed and she brought a hand up to discover the bandages there.
Kikyo seemed to know that responding to Rin’s questions would do more good than trying to control her body at this moment. “Sesshomaru is well, Rin. He brought you to me for healing. Now lie back and I will bring you some medicinal tea to ease your pain.”
Rin remained sitting, gingerly feeling her tender jaw while frantically searching her mind for answers. What had happened to her? Why had Sesshomaru not stayed by her side? Why could she not remember? She felt a sudden, sharp twinge in both body and mind that pushed her away from these questions. Kikyo sighed at her upright posture and went to fetch the tea.
Throwing off the tightly wrapped covering in which she was swaddled, Rin found herself in a loose white robe. She untied it and looked down at her body. There were poultices and bandages all over her: arms and shoulders, breasts and torso, hips and thighs…and a thick, tight fundoshi-like wrapping, stained with blood, between her legs. It was seeing this last that made her scream.
Kikyo came swiftly back and took Rin into her arms. Rin clung to the priestess like a child. Images flashed through her mind of a savage demon, tearing her flesh and forcing himself into her, unheeding of her cries. He had taken control of her body then taken pleasure in her pain. She remembered the sound of his snarl in her ears and his demon eyes boring into her soul. The vicious beast had sought to destroy her spirit, though he had not wanted to kill her or she would not be alive now. His power, she recalled it in these fleeting bursts, was immense.
She began to sob. Why had she gone through this alone? Why had Sesshomaru not been there to save her? Kikyo held her close as she whimpered and wept.
“Come,” Kikyo said when the spell of crying began to ebb. “Drink a little and let us talk, Rin.”
Rin dried her eyes on the robe and refastened it. Then she took the offered cup from Kikyo and sipped. The warm tea felt good in her mouth and as it moved down her throat. It had a light flavor and soothing, floral aroma. She tried to concentrate on the tea, just the tea, reminding herself that she was safe and alive and, because she trusted Kikyo’s word, so was her mate. Despite her efforts, her heart began to race again at that thought, for where was he? Nausea rushed upon her, and she could not tell whether it was from her injured state, the tea, or Sesshomaru’s absence. Always, time apart from him was hard. She clung to his scent like a beacon in an otherwise overlarge and dangerous world. Far more dangerous now that she had discovered just how incapable she was of protecting herself. Her efforts to train in combat seemed more futile now than ever. Tears began to flow again and she started to feel in earnest the heavy, dull ache between her legs.
“The wounds should heal well, Rin,” Kikyo stated, matter-of-factly. “You will have scars, on your face and perhaps your shoulders, but they should not be large if you continue to treat them as I have been doing.”
Rin was grateful for her lack of emotion. It centered her, made her feel a little less fragile, and it was comforting in its familiarity. She wondered if this priestess and her mate realized just how similar they were.
Kikyo had paused in her speech. Rin noted that her eyes suddenly seemed far away. She wanted to speak -- to thank Kikyo for her care, to ask how long she had been there, to find out where Sesshomaru was -- but it was clear the priestess had more to say. “I do not think your ability to bear children has been compromised, but I cannot be certain.”
Rin winced. She knew the demon’s attack had included a sexual assault that even now rang in her mind and body. But she had not contemplated its implications beyond the pain and the traces of blood she saw on the cloth between her legs.
Kikyo continued. “You may discover the answer soon, Rin.”
Soon? Rin’s eyes grew wide with fear. It had not occurred to her that she could be with-child, that the despicable demon had released within her. In an instant, her mind raced through their heated discussions of intimacy and childbearing, Sesshomaru’s loathing for hanyo, his unwillingness to have her bear his son or daughter, his disdain for his brother’s choices…. Gods, what if she were now pregnant with the offspring of the demon who had assaulted her? If he could not love an infant they bore together, how deeply would he loathe her for bearing the child of another demon? She felt a sob rise again in her throat, but all that came forth was a whisper. “Sesshomaru,” she mouthed.
“Yes, Rin.”
Time stopped. Kikyo had spoken only two words. Words that denoted sympathy, confirmation. They were spoken in the same unemotional tone as all the priestess had thus far said. They could mean anything. But, in truth, they meant only one thing. She shook her head minutely, barely a gesture. The reality of who was behind those blood-red eyes, who had raked and torn her flesh, who had plunged into her yielding body with terrorizing and damaging intent assaulted her anew. Kikyo’s two-word truth opened her to a reality she could not bear. The acknowledgment turned her fear and anguish into a deathwish. Just that swiftly. Rin wanted to disappear, to simply not be.
Her master and lord, her protector and savior, her mate and her love was also her assailant, her enemy. And now she might bear that hero-turned-villain’s child. Life did not, could not exist with that impossible knowledge.