Rin: God's Favorite Daughter

Visions of Broken Armor

It did not take him a long time to find a use for the girl. She proved that unlike the many human princesses of her time, she was educated. He installed her as his scribe effectively removing that annoying toad from making his days irritating with his incessant squawking. He observed that she meticulously wrote everything down while he met with generals, foreign ministers and other such dignitaries. She is not such a useless thing. He sat there half listening to what the fools were prattling on about. His gaze then dropped down to her. Her presence soothed him in a way he did not know existed. And that light, it felt like being purified but without being rendered incapacitated. He decided when the occasion arose he would inquire about the strange light. As her delicate hand took the brush and carefully drew out the characters of what was being said, he felt that heavy pang weigh in again in his chest. Then she stopped and shifted her gaze up into his eyes. All blood drained from his face except his cheeks and he could feel the heat rising into his face. He could not summon his mask.

Kagome’s eyes were slowly rolling towards the back of her head as the minister prattled on about what the army should and should not do. In the end she knew Sesshoumaru would do as he pleased. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his head swivel down, down towards Rin. She straightened herself in order to observe him. First, at Ayame’s wedding then in the reception and then the countless time she had seen his gaze trail to her at the state dinners when he allowed her to attend. Rin’s room in Ayame’s apartments was moved near his own when he had taken possession of her. There was something definitely strange going on. Then she saw it. His face grew pale but his cheeks grew red. She smirked and an evil glint gleamed in her eye.

Rin dipped her brush into the ink and scribbled the character as fast as she could hear his sentence. The minister was saying something about the army going this way and that way her mind had ceased to actually contemplate the words further then choosing the characters that were assigned to them. She hated these meetings when she would attend with her father and her brother and she hated them even more now. Chichi-ue, Aniki………I am so sorry I took our time for granted. These demons all they have is time but us we must live our days like it is our last. Her face grew forlorn and wanted nothing more than to be at home again. Then she felt electricity prickle the skin on her neck. She slowly moved her head upwards and met his golden gaze. The flow of time stopped, nothing else matter at that moment. A lifetime passed between them. Those eyes could devour her and she would not mind. The electricity sparked again when she saw his face go pale. Then she heard the minister’s voice.
“My lord are you alright,” he said coming closer while the others in the room spun to look upon their lord.

Sesshoumaru shook his head and broke the stare. He managed to summon his mask once more.
“Yes I am fine but I grow weary of talk. Tomorrow we will continue when the scouts that I sent return,” with a wave of his hands all stood and retired from his presence. Rin stood and gathered her writing implements and began to exit with the rest.
“Rin,” he said in his icy tone that ran shivers down her spine.
“Hai Sesshoumaru-sama,” she asked.
“You will stay,” he stated. She nodded her head and walked over to resume her position upon the pillow.
Kagome was the last to leave and grinned at the situation and made her way towards her rooms.

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Kagome’s fingers ached and were stained with the dye that had adhered to her skin from the strands of red silk. She kept on weaving determined to finish her task. She moved her fingers skillfully in and out of the intricate lines. Exchanging red with yellow, white with black, green with blue and then methodically back again. Her mind had ceased to pay attention to her body but moved and had landed near the soul she craved to be near.

She saw his white hair covered with dirt and blood. His face covered with soot from the ever-raging fires in the distance but his eyes gleamed with that feral look that lay deep within his soul. He side stepped the frontal attack and then sung the Tessaiga to block the attack from behind. He countered and sent a Kaze no Kizu in the direction of the two zombies, effectively knocking them out of the fight. Then a fiery flame seemed to burst out of nowhere and burnt the bodies of the mangled zombies and singed the edges of his hair.
“Damn it, Koga do you want to watch it with those flames,” Inuyasha’s voice rang out, while patting down the edges of his hair.
“Move then,” was Koga’s only reply.
Inuyasha stood there as the wind blew passed him and wafted the smell of burning flesh but also something else, a familiar scent that he focused his smell upon. The side of his lips curled into a slight smirk.
“I will be home soon,” floated into his mind.

Her body sighed and drew her mind back to her senses. She blinked a few times, staring at the red background of the tapestry. It was almost done and she only had a few scenes left. Then she heard the door open and the soft footsteps echo on the floor. She shifted her gaze upwards and found a very pale Rin. She quickly moved away from her loom and shuffled towards her.
“Are you okay, Rin? What is wrong?” The girl looked startled and pale and her eyes were wide with shock.
At the sound of her voice a spark lit up in her head and she was drawn into Kagome’s eyes.
“Yes I am fine. Nothing is wrong,” was her whispered answer.
“Are you sure? Did he do something to you?”
“No nothing. It was just a little bit hot in his study that is all,” she said with a small smile.
“Ok………he is not known for his social skills,” she said returning back to her task at the loom.
“What are you doing, Kagome-sama,” she said adjusting a pillow next to Kagome’s chair.
“Oh, this, I am making a tapestry. I was bored and felt I needed to weave with all this time I have. Grab the basket and help me feed the strands of silk,” she said motioning towards the basket filled with balls of colored silk.
“Hai, what if I may ask is the subject of the tapestry,” Rin said reaching over and positioning the basket in her lap.
“Just an old legend from around these parts. It is one my friend Sango told me when I first came to the western lands. It is about a tennyo, who was the tenkou no hime, from her palace hidden in the moon she saw a human male and she immediately fell in love with him. She saw him grow from a teenager into a man and than saw him go off to war and fight for his clan. During a battle he was injured and she wept for him and became depressed but then she saw him on the verge of death and visited his dreams and restored his life. In his dream, she told him that the only way she would agree to help him was if he would strive for peace. He agreed without any hesitation. He never forgot that dream and dedicated his life to forging peace throughout his land. Many years passed after that encounter, he found himself alone walking through a grotto where the salty ocean waters and the sweet spring waters met. There he heard the sounds of women laughing and the splashing of water. He went to inspect and found three women bathing in the waters. These women were so beautiful that he knew they could not be human. Then he spotted one of the women closest to the edge and saw that she looked like the woman in his dream, the tennyo that had saved his life. He could hardly believe that she was real and near him that he rushed down towards her. The women were startled by this strange man and began to flee but he called out to the woman of his dreams and told her everything. This over came her heart and she saw the mortal that she had fallen in love with so many years ago. Long story short, she forsakes heaven for this mortal and married him. It is a very beautiful story,” she said as her fingers weaved at the edges of the unfinished tapestry.
“Hai, yes it is. It is one of my favorite stories when I was a child. My grandmother before she passed would tell it to me,” Rin said as she stared down at her fingers feeding the strands of silk into the loom. Silence fell into the room. The stroking of the looming was the only thing that could be heard. Kagome was the first to shatter the silence.
“I have seen the way my brother-in-law looks at you,” she said not moving her eyes from the loom.
Rin blinked at that comment and lifted her head towards Kagome.
“Do not look at me like that. Since Lady Ayame’s wedding I have noticed that he unconsciously lets his gaze shift towards you. It is an oddity……… My brother-in-law has never let his guard down long enough to show emotions let alone any involuntary movements………. I will warn you once. He is very strange and very self-possessed, to weave yourself into his blood will prove dangerous for he has many enemies but do not be afraid,” she said with a smile. Silence soon fell again in the room as the women continued to weave.

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The screams had increased in degree since early in the morning. Kagome’s pains had hit her hard and fast but not fast enough, it was now nine o’clock in the night, twelve hours of pain. She just kept screaming “I hate you Inuyasha,” who thankfully was not around, but Sesshomaru was and she had confused him with Inuyasha and forbade him from coming anywhere near the room. He would not listen to some insane nonsense from a woman in pain and he stayed within earshot of the screaming Kagome. Thank Kami she has finally stopped screaming. Maybe that blasted child will come. He could hear the heavy panting escaping Kagome’s chest and the soft whispering voice of Rin. Music that is what it sounded like.

She whispered lightly into Kagome’s ear while drying the sweat off her forehead. She took the cotton cloth and squeezed it over a large bowel of water and sank it in again trying to get as much water as she could.
“Come now Kagome ye need to breath child. Just a little more,” said the unmistakable voice of an old woman.
“I am trying Kaede but this hurts a lot you know,” said Kagome gritting her teeth and ripping through the piece of leather that was in her mouth.
“Ok child ye need to push just one more time, ok ready. One big push.” Kagome began to push harder. The vein in her forehead started surfacing and pumped harder. Rin dabbed the cloth across her head as Kagome let out one last loud scream that was over shadowed by the piercing cries of a baby. Kagome collapsed onto the bed and was sighing in relief that the worst was over.
Rin picked up the buddle just as Sesshomaru stepped into the room unnoticed. Then he saw her smiling and an invisible light illuminated in her eyes. Another one of those strange pangs shoot through his chest. She cooed as she tried to quiet the babe.
“Look Kagome-sama he is so beautiful,” she said as she handed the baby to his mother.
“I agree child. I wish that my sister Kikyou were here to see him,” came Kaede’s voice from the far end of the room.
“Hai shukubo-san Kaede. I wish for my mother to be here to see her grandson,” said Kagome’s sad laden voice.
“Aww he even has Inuyasha’s fuzzy ears,” Kagome said as she rubbed his ears and perking up at the sight of her son.
“What do you wish to name him,” Rin said as she was kneeling next to the bed and was fluffing the pillows.
“Kaze,” she said stifling the yawn that was escaping her mouth.
“I believe ye must rest child,” as Kaede whisked the child out of Kagome’s arms and placed him in one swift motion in the crib that was near the window.
“Come girl, we must let Kagome and the child rest,” Kaede said as she gathered up all the towels and other instruments that were laying about the room.
Sesshomaru watched from his corner as the women filed out of the room. Then Rin stopped in front of his dark corner and whispered, “ I will be nearby if you have need of me mi’ lord,” with a quick bow she closed the door behind her. Within the three months since she was told that she would be in his service, she had grown accustomed to his presence. It was strange really, it was like fire or lightening charging the air when he was around. It was like needles pricking at her skin that only got more intense when he got closer.

He silently observed Kagome as she slept in her bed, making sure she was fully asleep. The baby lay in the crib wrapped in a white cloth, looking so peaceful, yet his uncle’s stoic visage remained unchanging as he examined the baby. He let one clawed hand steal away from his side into the crib and gently caress the plump red cheek, to his surprise the baby nuzzled to his touch and was not afraid. The edges of his amber eyes soften as the baby’s eyelids fluttered open and met his gaze. Strange images raced through his mind, which were of tiny little replicas of him. Then he felt the muscles in his cheeks flex as his lips curled into a faint smile, but then the moment was gone as he heard Kagome stir in her bed. He quickly retreated to the door and was met in the hall by Rin.

“Your bath is ready my lord,” she whispered as he strode silently passed her. He stopped just in front of her and turned his head slightly and looked from the corner of his eye and stated, “Join me.” Her eyes widen in shock. He always wished to be alone during his baths. This was strange to her. He had never asked of her this type of thing. She felt heat grow and spread all over her body. She felt invisible sweat beads snake down her forehead. Her legs felt heavy as she struggled to move them.
“Do not dawdle Rin,” came the voice. He sounded annoyed. She couldn’t breath. She felt like she was drowning.

He too could not believe the words that came out of his mouth. After those strange visions that were in his head, he lost control of his body. He had never allowed anyone near the bathhouse while he was bathing, but when he smelled her she intoxicated him. It had been getting harder and harder to be near her so he slowly began during the last month, start to retreat and avoid her. But then one particular night came to his mind.

Sesshomaru had been sitting in his study reading some book about war or something or other. He could hear the soft padding of her feet on the wood grain floor. She went back and forth placing scrolls and leather bound books on the multiple shelves around the giant room, but his eyes followed her every move. She climbed the rickety ladder and was trying to reach over to place a book in its place when she lost her footing. She shut her eyes tightly and prepared for the impact but then felt instead of hard wood floor she felt soft silk fabric against her skin. Then she felt it, his heart beat through his chest against her hand. She opened her eyes and found a pair of amber eyes starring at her behind silvery bangs. For a second she saw concern, but then he opened his mouth, “Are you okay,” he asked in a monotone voice and let her slide down his body to her feet. He had kept his arms around her waist and waited for her answer. He smelled that intoxicating smell of hers that lingered in her hair. She looked up in a shocked look and nodded. They stood there looking at each other. ‘Why am I doing this,’ floated across his mind. He could feel her body underneath her kimono. She had a small frame but it was curvy. He felt her firm breast against his body as he pressed her against him tighter. His breathing fell in sync with hers as they stared into each other souls. He saw pain there, not physical, the emotional scars that she still bared. Then his arms fell to his side and he took a step backwards.
“You may leave,” he said coldly. Her eyes seemed to be lost when he spoke and she did not know what to say. She just straightened her kimono and nodded and hurried out of the door as his gaze intensified. When he heard the click, his resolve melted and he gripped onto the edge of the desk to keep from falling from the lack of oxygen. He panted and his nails dug into the black cedar desk. The places where her body had touched him burned and he could see his skin turn red. He awakened himself out of the reverie as he felt the heat in his body surface in the areas where her body had been. He was losing control of his own body. They were almost at the bathhouse. There was time to stop this but he could not open his mouth, his jaw was locked tight and his body headed straight.

This is not right, she thought, but her own body did not listen to her either. It had never felt like fire burning when she had been close to Ikano’s body all those times. When he had caught her and her body was against his, it felt like her skin sizzled underneath her kimono. She never had feelings like those and they scared her. Her cheeks became redder as they reached the bathhouse.


The room was flooded with the soft warm gloss of orange emanating from the torches. Steam rose in tendrils from the bath in the floor. She could not breathe; she was suffocating from the heat of her own body. She watched this tall elegant figure stride soundlessly into the room and then stop at the edge of the bath. She could not believe that he would ask her to join him. But then she felt that electricity prickling at her skin like tiny needles.

He had not said a word to her over their trek to the bathhouse. He could feel the heat that radiated off her body. The warmth beckoned to him. How can my body betray me like this? He exhaled in annoyance. He stopped at the edge of the bath. His conscious was yelling at him, reprimanding him but only succeeded in his body further delving into his baser instincts. He was now outside of his body he could see his head turn to the side slightly and heard his voice saying something to the effect of help. He saw her hesitate when he spoke but then followed with her orders and began to undress him and folding the pieces of clothing and placing them on the nearby benches. In one swift motion he pulled his body into the water before she could turn around to look at him.

She stood there at the benches gathering enough air to continue living but it was a losing battle. She heard him slip into the water and thanked god that he had the modesty to undress completely while she was turned around. She gathered a little bit of strength and retrieved the rest of his clothing from the edge of the bath. She kneeled while folding the clothes and saw tiny ripples on the surface and then watched in astonishment how the water parted and revealed Sesshomaru’s sleek hair. His eyes were closed and his silvery bangs fell in small wet curls over his soft eyelids. Droplets of water slowly snaked their way down the edges of his masculine chin and down the sleek neck and rejoined the rest of the water. Her hand slowly crept upwards and she let the tips of her finger lightly trace the magenta strips that lined his face. Even though his skin looked like porcelain, it had an unnatural warmth that stole inside her skin and invaded her pores. This man, this demon belongs among heaven’s angels with a face such as this. Then within a flutter of her eyelids, he opened his eyelids and gripped her wrist. Electricity shot through her body and set her nerves on fire. She could not blink his eyes had captured her in an invisible net. Heart rate quickened. Her breath became shallow. She saw his thin lips straighten and thought how nice it would feel to be mauled by him. Oh my god!! Did I just think of that? She felt that heat that always arose when she was near him.
“Forgive me….” She whispered lightly underneath her breath.

When he felt her gaze upon him, he felt that it would burn him alive but when she let her fingers graze his cheeks that was not fire that was something different. Pure energy flowed into his veins, the invisible entity that lurked down underneath his ever restraints riled at the invasion. It hungered for more, hungered for the light. He grabbed her hand and opened his eyes and captured hers. As he saw her small perfect lips form the words of her forgiveness, he lost his restrain. He moved his head closer and gazed further into her soul. He drew in her breath and pushed his lips gently into hers.

Her eyes widen in shock. It was so fast she barely had time to react. Then her shock gave way to the pleasure of his kiss. His lips did not feel foreign to her like Ikano’s when he had first kissed her by the lake. She slowly let her lips part and let his tongue inside. This did not seem strange this felt……….right. Then she felt his clawed hands grip her shoulders and lift her closer to his body. His hands slowly dropped to wind tightly around her small delicate waist. He gasped widely trying to inhale as much of her taste as he could. He then dragged her body into the water and held her closer, pressing his body harder in order to feel her heart beat reverberate within him. It had felt like a lifetime ago that he had felt such passion. The demon soul that hovered within his blood hungered for him to devour her. The pure darkness craved for the pure light within her. His fangs slowly grew and nicked her lip and he felt his mouth filled with her blood. It was heated as it filtered into his mouth.

She winced in pain and moved her head back unconsciously. Her eyelids fluttered open and she gently moved her hand and felt the hot liquid that trickled down her chin. She saw his eyes open and revealed pure blood red eyes that burned with a damning fury. She gasped as fear took over her senses and made her shuffle out of the water and leave as fast as her legs could carry her. She ran and ran as fast as she could and finally made it to her room. When she locked her door, she stood there and slid down to the floor and crumpled her legs to her chest and cried. She didn’t know why she cried but she knew she was scared not because of his feral look but because of those feelings………


PLEASE forgive me for delaying the release of this chapter. Life kind of got in the way. In the earlier chapters I just changed a few words and did a little bit of revising so do not be alarmed. I am at the mercy of my reviewers and my fans that is why I kicked my ass trying to finish this chapter. I promise that I will be done with this story as soon as possible. Also this is my favorite chapter in my story so far. So i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. As Always please leave a review with your visit. :Bows Humbly:

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