Rin: God's Favorite Daughter

First Smile

Her small giggle intertwined with the heavy moans that were escaping her mouth. She felt his hot tongue drag over her pink nipple. She felt shivers crawl through her tingling nerves. His soft lips imprinted themselves onto her milky skin as he traveled upwards to her neck. She ran her fingers into his soft hair but then his hands grasped her wrists and brought them to his face. He kissed her fingertips and then her palm and then raised his head to meet her gaze. That heated gaze of his, all the unspoken words of love and adoration were written in that gaze. A smile spread across his lips.
“Aishiteru Kiryuurin,” he said in his silky voice.
“Aishiteru………” was what she could stammer out before he crushed his lips against her. His tongue explored her mouth relentlessly and all she could do was intertwine her tongue with his. Then she grazed her tongue against a fang and pain shot through her mouth. She did not know one was there.
“I am sorry…” came his voice when her mouth retreated back from him.
“It was nothing, ………” she said smiling and gazing into his eyes.

X

Heavy steps seemed to echo through out her father’s palace more frequently then usual. She slowly removed the silk coverings of her bed and quickly placed her bare feet on the cold polished wood beneath her. She made her way towards the large dark blue curtains that hung from the high ceilings and moved them aside to allow enough space to maneuver her small body behind them. As she moved, frantic flickering of torches and large shadows danced across her pale cheeks and white hair. She rubbed her eyes with small hands trying to adjust her eyesight to the large amount of light in the courtyard. She saw large men in heavy armor dancing…no practicing with their weapons. They weaved in and out of each other with their swords, her eyes following each movement of every sword in every hand. Soon the scene before her eyes changed, to men with different armor and her father’s men driving those same swords into each other. Her father’s favorite pelt was strewn on the floor covered in blood. Sooo much blood, she was covered in blood. She put her hands to her head and grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled. The pain registered and she was brought back to the present. She looked down and saw no blood just the strands of hair that she pulled out. She moved away from the window and back into the dark room. No this would not do she was afraid; she did not want to be alone when she saw those frightful images in her head. She would go to her sister she decided. She grabbed the blanket off her bed and swiftly made it to her door, she made it creak open and poked her head out. Good no one was around… She made a mad dash towards the end of the hall and turned into another hall on her right. She stopped at the door she was looking for and hesitated in opening it. Surely her sister would be mad at her for waking her up because of scary dreams but she would never really be anger at her. She forced the large door open slightly and wriggled her way inside the large spacious room. She squinted and saw the outline of her sister’s bamboo bed in the middle with the white silk curtains drawn. She vaguely remembered her father yelling at her sister for using the space of the room in such a ridiculous matter of putting her bed in the middle rather than by a wall. She made her way to the bed and moved the light curtains aside and whispered her sister’s name.
“Kagura…are you awake,” the little girl whispered to the bundle in the middle of the bed.
“Hai…what is it you want Kanna,” said the voice of a mature female.
“I had one of my visions again. Can I …”
“Sleep here with me tonight? I suppose but you know I will not always be here for you to come run to, you know that right?”
“Hai,” the little girl replied as she waited for her sister to move to allow her into the bed.
“Well hurry up night does not last forever you know.”
The little girl quickly hitched up her sleeping gown and swung her short legs on top of the plush bed. She grabbed the covers and wiggled herself under them and settled her hand in her sister’s hand.

X


Protect the hime she had said. He exhaled in annoyance. Whom does this woman think she is giving me such an order? Nonetheless, she had said that the girl’s life would help in the coming war………That woman and her riddles ever since I was a young one nothing but mind games and riddles. Come to think of it, she still looks the same after five hundred years. She does not reek of youkai, she must be something different, human magic does not have the ability to grant everlasting beauty and life………I shall inquiry about her when she reports back to me. As for the girl, she can do as she pleases……… within the confines of my wishes. His mind grew silent again. He had spent too much time dwelling in the recesses of his brain. Inutaisho had always told him that once he began to answer himself that was when he should fear of becoming insane. Of course his father never dwelled too long in his, it seemed to Sesshoumaru that his father was always occupied thinking about someone or something.
With a small flick of a wrist he nearly missed blocking the punch aimed at his chest. He countered with a palm strike and sent his heavily built opponent down to the floor. The fallen demon growled at the idea of being so easily put to the floor but was met by a quirked eyebrow from his master. The demon stood, bowed quickly and conceded to defeat. He missed his brother’s stubborn way of not admitting defeat so easily. Sesshoumaru nodded and spoke, “You may leave and next time to take advantage of my distraction, be a bit faster.” The demon nodded and left quickly through the sliding doors of the dojo. As quickly as the door slid shut they opened again and let Rin’s body into the heavily musky scented dojo. Even though the ceiling was high and had slits along the intersections of the beams and the roof to allow the escape of heat, it still managed to keep the smell of sweaty manly bodies trapped inside so it could cling to everything within the room. She wrinkled her nose as she came into the room. She saw her master heading towards the rear of the room towards another pair of sliding doors. She quickly began to arrange all the discarded weapons from the previous fight and returned them to the corners of the room. When once she felt the sunshine stream into the room through the openings, she felt it flood into the room with more force. She felt a slight breeze whisk by and blow a few disobedient strands of her hair onto to her cheek.

He felt her come into the room. He began to recede to the corner away from her and then he saw her wrinkle her nose in disgust. Through centuries of practice he had learned to dull his senses to that of a human’s in order to not be overwhelmed by smells and sights. The smell of sweat was thick and had begun to cling to his body. He saw that she started her duty in placing the random weapons in their various places. He made his way towards the large paper sliding doors on the opposite side of the room. With a simple creak he pushed both sides with ease and let the full force of the morning sun into the dojo. His irises squinted in order to adjust to the sun’s rays. He felt the light wind brush against his cheek and sweep into the room. His eyes followed the winds invisible current and turned his head when he saw her reach her delicate hand and retrieve the stray hairs that played with the wind. He blinked and in that second when his eyes began to recover from the sudden darkness, he saw the faint glow of an…. earring. The eerie gold shun against her neck. Its round shape was massive and hung all the way to the base of her neck. He taught he could see intricate lines in the design. He blinked again and it disappeared. Strange………very strange. He turned his head and began to survey the rock garden that lay a few feet away from him. He made haste towards the long pole that lie along side of the edging of the garden but refused to grab it. In one swift motion he jumped on top of the largest boulder. He seated himself on top and closed his eyes. He sighed and opened his demonic senses again. In his mind’s eye he could see the boulder upon which he sat and then with each passing second the darkness became the scenery that surrounded him. He saw the distinct aura of the trees to his left and the tiny little sparrows that made their nest in the branches. Their insistent chirping came full force now that his eardrums were finely tuned again. He exhaled again and then waited a few seconds to inhale. He inhaled all the smells near and far. The trees leaves were turning and the crisp smell of cold weather was beginning to take root in the air. The flowers of his extensive gardens wafted to his nose then when he began to let the noises, the smells and the auras overwhelm him, the sound of humming and sweeping, the smell of cherry blossoms and roses wafted to his nose and the sound carried to his ears. Then he saw the red fire across from him. It blazed with quiet intensity and heated his face. She was ……dancing and humming. He slowly crept an eye open and focused his eye on her, she was not dancing as he thought but sweeping around the edge of the rock garden. For a hime she did know how to work with her hands. He opened his other eye and began to follow her around as she swept. Why couldn’t he keep from staring at her? Why did he always breathe easier when she was around but at the same time rouse the demon animal in his blood? He had long since convinced himself that yes he was attracted to her but it wasn’t because she was a rather beautiful human. Even though he came to tolerate the Lady Izayoi and Kagome he was not fond of humans. The daimyos that ruled in the southern lands were greedy and bent on increasing their territories at the expense of every single soldier in their armies and then watched from afar as the battles took place. Wait he was getting side tracked, the girl was not a general and her father was one of the more honorable ones, who truly cared for his people. Every time she looked at him with those hazel brown eyes he felt at home in them, he also felt that he had always known them even though he had never laid eyes on this girl in his long life that has stretched almost nine hundred years.
“Rin come.” She stopped humming and her head quickly snapped up as she heard her name in his low icy baritone voice.
“Bring me the pole and grab the rake,” he said to her as she quickly laid the broom on the floor and made her way around the edge. She handed him the pole and then positioned herself on the side with the rake. She saw him glare at the sand for a brief moment and then began to move the sand around in patterns. He paused after filling his selected space with doodles and waited for her to rake the space clean. They continued this motion for at least an hour. Then he began to get tired of doodling and began to draw out characters to certain words: War…Shiteka…Naraku…Spineless…Cowardice…Presumptuous…Honoo no Ryu…Protect…Home…Kiryuurin…Taishoumaru…Sesshoumaru…Love. At the last word he exhaled and shook his head at his thoughts and scratched out everything that he had written. He paused and saw that she began to rake away the remnants of his thoughts and sat upon the boulder again. He observed her again watching intently as she finished raking and placed the pole and the rake in their spots and walked over to resume her sweeping.
“Where did you come by your skills as a maid? As you said you were a hime in your country I assumed like most human himes you would know nothing about manual labor,” he finally said to her after so long of watching her. She lifted her head and frowned at him.
After a brief moments he said, “Forgive me for offending you.”
Her frown did not disappear with his apology but she replied, “Yes it was wrong of you to assume something such as that. It would be like me assuming that all youkai are monsters.” She paused as she saw his perfect silver eyebrow arch and anger flash in his otherwise stoic eyes. Then she tightened her muscles in her cheeks and flashed him a wide smile that radiated warmth and made her all the more beautiful in his eyes.
“But to answer your question my lord, my nanny taught me from a very early age that hard work never hurt anyone even one that has want of nothing,” with that said she turned her head down again and continued sweeping. He felt a slight tug on the corners of lips. He was amused with her answer.
His voice came again but lower so that they could only hear, “ forgive me for stealing your first kiss without your permission. I am not one to do things such as that and in that matter,” he stated.
She laughed out loud and smiled again, “My lord again you are wrong in assuming that it was my first kiss. I have no doubt that you are nothing but a gentleman and not prone to doing such hentai acts.” He arched his eyebrow again and anger shot through his body and he could feel his cheeks heating up. This girl was mocking him while he had apologized to her. She spotted his sudden reddening of skin and the anger that set in his eyes. Her tongue had gotten her in trouble again.
“Forgive me my lord but I do thank you for your apologies and please forgive my tongue. I have always had a tendency to speak my mind. I believe it is unhealthy to hold in your feelings,” she said smiling a weak smile at him. It worked, he calmed and replied, “I admire people who have the gift of speaking their minds but my brother unlike you does not know how to pull his outbursts into coherent statements.” He let the tug lead his lips into a slight smile.

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