Mine

This story is inspired by a challenge to write about a picture by Zyephens-Insanity, which you can find here : http://www.deviantart.com/view/8965925/

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It was cold again. He’d always liked the cold seasons. He felt even more alive for some reason and he enjoyed the warmth of good clothing, a warm dwelling; even a blazing fire in the open. At the moment he was naked in his bed, the sheets crisp and cool under his legs and rear, the old fur wound around his hips and under his thighs. He’d long since had to abandon it as his adornment; the modern eras didn’t allow for such finery as he’d worn since he’d come of age almost a millennia ago.

He sighed as the snow drifted past the multi-panes of his window. It was nice, and quiet here. He’d settled here a long time ago, but he’d only recently returned after an enforced absence. His unchanging looks, and how different they were, forced him to move every forty years or so. He’d even tried living alone on one of the lonely uninhabited islands that dotted the Sea of Japan, but even he needed some interaction with other beings. It was odd that after so long hating humans, he needed them to stay sane.

Humans…. He knew why he cared. She had done this to him. He smiled slightly as he remembered her, dark hair and eyes gleaming in the sun, laughing, always laughing…. Damn her huge heart. She’d done what no other being had; she’d utterly destroyed him, and then remade him as she felt he should be. He sighed again. Her molding of him had been so subtle, he’d never even noticed until it was too late, and she was gone. He’d never thanked or cursed her for it.

“Just as well. She wouldn’t have understood.” He said softly, his voice shattering the utter silence of the night. He shifted higher in the bed, his left hand grasping the curtain rod over the window. Damn this sensation. He hated it, utterly hated it. And it never went away, it hadn’t since he’d seen his brothers woman, the odd little miko, running by him, utterly unaware of who he was in his guise as a writer being forced to meet with his publisher for their once a year meeting before he spoke to a class at the local school about his ideas on demonic lore.

There she was, passing briskly with a group of girls, bundled in warm clothes and looking like he felt; dead inside, empty and bored. He knew in a flash why she felt thus; the grand adventure that had taken her and his brother across Honshu, seeking to destroy Naraku, had ended by now. He’d discovered how the girl was from what she’d called the “Modern Era” and that she used a magic well, which even he’d heard of, to pass from the Tokugawa era to this new millennium. He’d never bothered to find the well; maybe he should have.

He’d swerved and followed the girl to her school and made a note of which one it was. Somehow, he was not surprised to find he was talking to her class when his publisher brought him to the scheduled lecture.
That had been a week ago now. He’d not realized it then, but she had grown to look exactly the same. It was, in fact, uncanny, the resemblance between the women. But when the little miko was around, still hanging onto his wretched brothers haori sleeves, Rin had been just a child, his ward…

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Sharp squeals broke the evening air as the nine-year old girl shivered in the icy cold stream, thigh deep and unwilling to move a step further into the water. “Cold cold cold cold! Rin doesn’t want to go in!” she cried then yelped as Jaken pushed her in all the way. She broke the surface, shivering and blue with cold, barely able to get her head above water. The Imp sniggered cruelly and started his usual lecture, which the freezing child didn’t even hear.

“Feh! Humans, so weak! Sesshomaru-sama already bathed in this water and he didn’t carry on so!” Jaken snapped. He refused to offer the child his tiny hand as she struggled to shore. Once she did get to the edge, he pinched her rear, but she was so cold she didn’t feel it at all. She was almost staggering to her new clothes and didn’t feel Jaken’s hand poking her in a rather inappropriate way…

“Jaken! Go build a fire, before she gets ill from the cold!” Sesshomaru’s voice cracked like a whip, making the imp jump and scurry to obey. He didn’t see the booted foot hit is posterior, but he sure felt it launch him a good distance, where he landed on his head. Sesshomaru sighed and gathered the chilled human child in his arms and took her to the small clearing he’d set up for himself.

He didn’t need shelter for warmth, but to prevent getting wet or dirty. He had a simple silk tent set up (by Jaken, of course) to rest in. Its small size only allowed for one occupant usually, but he didn’t want to waste time waiting for Rin to fight a cold, so he brought her inside. He’d grabbed her new winter under-kimono and dropped it around her, then rubbed her arms and legs to make the blood move in them again. She was breathing hard but not shivering, which he found odd. She was freezing cold, she should be shivering. She looked up at him as she was cradled in his lap; this was only the second time she remembered him holding her this way. The first time had been after the wolves had…. done something to her. She thought she’d died, she knew it actually, but somehow, she’d woken and been held to Sesshomaru-sama’s chest as he watched her curiously. He’d set her away from him and walked away, and she had followed him ever since.

Suddenly she shuddered and grabbed his arms and shivered violently. Her cheeks flushed and he lifted a brow; she was a strange creature. He knew next to nothing about her still, other than she was stubborn and disgustingly generous. Rin curled closer to him and looked around.

“Rin can make a fire, Sesshomaru-sama… Jaken wouldn’t like it if Rin bothers you.” She said. His head tilted at that. Jaken wouldn’t like it would he? He’d wondered why the girl seemed so reluctant to be near him in the last year. Jaken had convinced her at last to leave him alone, obviously. He frowned, making her shiver.

“I brought you in here to get warmed so you won't get sick and burden us, Rin. And ignore Jaken. I am the one to obey, not Jaken.” He said firmly. She blinked and felt him stand her before him. She stood hands behind her back and shivered with the cold, while he took a soft towel, still damp from his own bath, and started to dry her off. She watched his face as he worked and felt a flush of happiness. Sesshomaru-sama was taking care of her, of Rin! He reached around her to dry her back, making her lift her arms, which she wound around his head. His hair was the softest thing she’d ever felt. Silken fine and smelling clean, it gleamed in the soft light of the brazier in the corner, and she couldn’t help stroking it with her hand. He jerked and looked at her warily; but as usual, Rin didn’t fear him one bit. She smiled and petted his hair again.

“Sesshomaru-sama, you’re so soft!” She cooed. He snorted and lifted her foot to get to her legs. He was marveling at her skin; he thought humans had rough skin, but Rin’s skin was as soft as flower petals, maybe even his own skin. Her toes curled cheerfully into his leg as he rubbed her down, making him bite back a chuckle. Curious about just how sensitive she was because of that soft skin, he trailed his claws over her back.

Rin shivered and hunched over, her back pressing into his fingers and her head pressing to his shoulder. She moaned very softly, because it had been years since she was touched, really. She’d been alone for a long time, then she was with Sesshomaru-sama and Jaken-sama and they weren’t given to hugging or petting. This soft touching, drying her and petting her was the first real contact she’d had of this kind since her mother died, and she loved it. When he jerked his hand away, she whimpered in protest.

He lifted her chin and noted her flushed cheeks and then turned her to sit in his lap again. She slumped sadly until he wound his hands over her belly and looked down at her. She looked up and he studied her odd expression. She was confused, and sad, he could tell that. And she wanted something of him, but he wasn’t sure what. Her hand slid up his arm and tugged as she whimpered again. Cautiously he trailed his claws down her leg and back up again, and she smiled, eyes closing. He liked to see her smile, though he’d never say it to her, so he ran his claws up and down her leg and bare sides as she shivered with delight in his lap. Her legs also spread and her heels dug into the ground. He obediently stroked inside her knees and lower thighs, his chuckle now more obvious. Rin giggled and rubbed her face on his arm.

“That’s nice Sesshomaru-sama…” She sighed. He tilted his head and stroked higher, curious about how she’d respond. She pulled her knees higher and wider, inviting his hands to move to her inner thighs, or anywhere he wanted for that matter. His eyes narrowed as his claws drifted higher yet, and Rin pulled her shift up higher in encouragement, begging for more “petting.” Casually he traced up over her thighs and her flank to her hip and back. The child shivered with delight and arched her body into his hand in an almost obscene manner, her little hands clinging to his arms as she whimpered.

“What is it Rin? What would you like me to do now?” he asked softly. She whimpered, not having the words to tell him, but he could sense it. His brow twitched as he moved her to lie across his lap this time. Rin looked up at him, flushed and smiling.

“I like that Sesshomaru-sama is touching Rin…. I like feeling cared about…” her voice trailed off as if she were embarrassed. He smiled warmly at her and brushed her cheek with his deadly claws, the claws she’d never feared in all her time with him. She nuzzled his hand which made him feel warm and…. His eyes narrowed as he pulled his hand away to sweep down her front and pull her shift higher before flipping her belly down over his lap. Rin whimpered, fearful of a spanking possibly, but he just stroked her back and rear with his claws and chuckled as she went limp again. Her arms wound around his leg as she almost purred and rubbed her cheek on his thigh.

“I am sorry you missed being touched, Rin. Remember to not let Jaken bother you about annoying me. Are you listening?”” she nodded and moaned under his hands. He smiled and found he enjoyed touching her. Her reaction was amusing and he’d had little amusement lately. His claws moved up her inner thigh again as that niggling curiosity tapped his mind again. What would she do, would she respond if he… Youkai children were involved with sex play early in their development, but Rin was human and thus much younger mentally. He wasn’t sure how old she really was, actually.

His hand nudged her legs wider and he stroked higher, carefully noting her reaction. The instant she stiffened or signaled he was trespassing he’d have his answers and would stop… but the girl was still melting all over his lap so far. He bent and noticed her back had scars, claw and bites from the wolves that had killed her a few years before. He frowned, feeling oddly protective of her; he’d be sure no one harmed her again, that was for certain. He pulled the shift up higher and teased her skin further, pushing her limp legs even wider before he trailed his fingers along the juncture between her thighs.

Rin wriggled and hummed, actually arching her rear up into his probing fingers and startling him a bit. He pushed his hand under her hips and held her higher as he pressed harder, still waiting for her to act violated… was she older than he’d assumed? Or simply this trusting of him? He had no idea, but when he stopped, deciding he’d pushed the limits of human behavior at the least she whined.

“More?” she whispered. He pulled his hands away anyway and shook his head.

“You are too young to understand Rin…” She sat up and looked at him wide eyed and shook her head.

“Rin always wanted Sesshomaru-sama to hold her, but was scared to ask. You said, don’t be afraid to ask, so…” her arms flung around his neck as she shook with her own audacity. He hesitated then slid one arm around her slender body and laid back. She’d confused him worse now. Was she responding to him sexually or still with the happiness of a child? She nuzzled his neck and wriggled closer, offering permission to do what he wanted, which seemed to be what she wanted also.

Sesshomaru sniffed but while she was acting almost wanton, her scent was little changed. She was warm and happy, and that was all. She was a puzzle to him, but since she was here, he might as well figure her out. Once more he touched her skin and she lay back offering her body to his hand. Daringly he slid his fingers up her thigh again, watching her face as he stroked her juncture again. Her body flexed and arched up to his claws even as he parted her nether lips and stroked further into her. Now her cheeks flushed and she bit her lip; as if she suddenly was realizing this might not be proper behavior. He paused and nuzzled her forehead.

“Rin?” he said softly. She didn’t respond verbally, but her legs tightened on his hand, holding him in place. Taking this as her intent to continue he pressed to find her center. Instantly she flushed and squealed, shaking and breaking a sweat. He blinked and paused again. She gasped and moved her hips under his hand, forcing his fingers over her again. Rin’s face darkened again and she shook with that little squeak as well. He smirked and forgot that she was a child. His fingers drifted lower, one teasing her untried entrance. Rin seemed unhappy that he’d moved and stared up at him curiously. He lifted a brow.

“More, Rin? Are you all right?” She nodded and smiled brightly. He tilted his head to the side and leaned closer. “More may hurt you… I don’t want that so tell me if it does; don’t be afraid to tell me.” He said quietly. She blinked.

“What will hurt?” she asked curiously. He pressed one finger slightly into her and pushed his thumb against her tiny center again. Rin’s eyes went wide at the combination of sensations. She wasn’t sure she liked his finger doing… whatever it was doing… but his thumb made her feel that nice tingly shaky feeling and she did like that. As if reading her mind he pulled the finger free and leaned closer to her nuzzling her cheek.

That was enough; her body was not ready for that obviously. Her focus was not clear yet, meaning she was just as young as he’d assumed. Humans weren’t ready for sex until they started the physical changes that Rin was showing signs of making, but had not quite started yet. She still needed something though; inexperience didn’t prevent her knowing desire or the urge for fulfillment. He had no idea if the child knew about her own body and pleasure or not; he needed to pay more attention to her… and Jaken. The memory of Jaken pinching her made his eyes narrow angrily.

He moved his thumb on her gently and watched her react stronger than before; he couldn’t help a smile as Rin clung to his shoulders and hair, gasping and looking very happy as his hand worked her. Her reaction grew with each shuddering response to his hand’s motion. Obviously she was getting the hang of this, though he had yet to smell her body really let go.

Rin whined and panted, a knot of tension in her belly, barely catching her breath between the strange shivery moments Sesshomaru-sama was making her feel. She liked it, except for the tension. She had no sensation of anything wrong, she trusted him utterly. If only she could…. Could feel this knot go away! Her heels dug into the silk floor cover, her teeth clenched as she whined helplessly. Sesshomaru pulled his hand away and frowned when she made a strange imperative cry at him. He had gone too far in a sense. She needed more than this little touching but she wasn’t ready for anything more at the same time. He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked the thumb then moved the slickened digit back to her tiny nub. He rubbed in a circular motion, watching Rin’s tense face….

She cried out and shook violently, going red and clawing his arm as the tension exploded in her belly at last. Sesshomaru leaned down to rest his cheek on hers as her thighs trembled and her toes curled, eyes staring blindly upwards past his face. He felt oddly triumphant as she flopped back panting, hands still tangled in his hair and clinging to his arm. He also knew then why he’d done such a strange thing as awakening such a young child.

He’d watch her closer, and he intended to forge a closer bond with his ward… He’d accepted the fact he’d never find a youkai female he could live with, so he would train Rin to be a worthy mate, even though as a human she’d never really be perfect. Still, he knew she’d remember this night until he claimed her, or she decided to finish what was started. He pulled his hand away from her and sniffed; the scent was faint at best, but it was there at last. He licked his thumb and chuckled as Rin snuggled closer, murmuring his name. He pulled her shift back down, feeling no urge to seek any pleasure himself. Her form was too unfinished, and while he was glad she’d enjoyed herself, he didn’t want anything himself at the moment. He cuddled her to his chest and pondered the mystery of the girl in his arms and what his feelings for her were.

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The next morning Jaken sidled closer to Sesshomaru-sama’s tent, hoping beyond hope that Rin was inside. He’d awakened to find himself alone in his cold nest and was terrified that Rin had disappeared in the night. Sesshomaru-sama would kill him if she had!

Sesshomaru had fallen asleep later than usual. He was still asleep when Rin woke and blinked in confusion, not aware of where she was. Her nose told her before her mind cleared, that Sesshomaru-sama was who held her so close and affectionately. Her eyes peeked up at his sleeping face and she melted at the sight of him so peaceful right here next to her. She didn’t really remember the previous night, other than that he’d paid more attention to her than he ever had before, and that she’d felt really good for some reason. She felt no sense of shame or fear at all over what he’d done; she was just happy that he’d held her and that she was still here, in his arms. Snuggling closer to him she smiled impishly as Jaken rustled outside, not daring to enter the tent without being called inside by his master.

Content and feeling happy right where she was, Rin went back to sleep.

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Sesshomaru’s eyes snapped open as he went from sleep to fully awake in a few seconds. He sniffed and took in his environment instantly then sat up and looked at the child clinging to him. Rin yawned and rubbed her eyes, snuggled into his lap as he watched her warily. Being human, was she now feeling abused or upset over the previous evenings activity? She looked up and smiled brightly.

“Good morning, Sesshomaru-sama! Rin is very hungry!” she chirped. He smiled that tiny smile that Rin always assumed was for her alone.

“Go and find your new kimono and boots, before you gather your breakfast, Rin.” He set her on her feet swiftly, intending to dress himself and have Jaken take the tent down… Rin flung her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for… making Rin feel cared for Sesshomaru-sama. Rin won't bother you anymore though ok?” she said, smiling with a hint of sadness; she didn’t believe him that he didn’t mind her coming to him obviously. He lifted her chin and to her incredible shock, kissed her cheek.

“Sesshomaru-sama wants Rin to not be scared of him, and to come to him if she needs anything important. Rin is important to Sesshomaru, understand?” he said firmly. Her chin wobbled, but not with fear. She nodded and nervously clutched her hands together.

“Hai, Sesshomaru-sama…. Sesshomaru-sama, Jaken is looking for Rin, I think.” She said softly. Sesshomaru’s face was remote once more as he nodded.

“Go and dress and send Jaken to me, Rin. Go now.” He said darkly. Rin nodded and scurried outside, shivering at the contrast of warm to cold. She ran to her place in the camp and tugged on her kimono over her shift then squealed as Jaken shouted at her. She sat on the fur Sesshomaru had tossed at her one day for her to sleep on and waved at him.

“Sesshomaru-sama wants to talk to you, Jaken-sama!” she said loudly, not pausing in her efforts to get her new soft hide boots on. She loved them because they were exactly like Sesshomaru-sama’s boots, and her new kimono was long like a lady’s would be, not the short knee length style she’d always worn since she was a child.

‘Sesshomaru-sama does care for Rin, Rin is so happy! Rin could die today and not mind!’ she thought, oblivious to Jaken squawking questions at her.

“Sesshomaru-sama wants me Rin? Rin? RIN!” he yelled. The child was totally oblivious to him, glowing in the cold air as if warmed by a fire, which he’d killed earlier in a fit of pique. He was about to bop her on the head with his staff when Sesshomaru’s voice snapped across the camp for him to come now. He waddled over to the tent quickly and ducked inside…

Rin’s head had snapped up as her master’s voice called Jaken, and she blinked curiously as he spoke in a low rumble at Jaken now. She stood and stamped into her boots, feeling a little constricted by the hide around her feet which were normally bare. She blinked curiously as Jaken suddenly yelled and babbled so fast his words were unintelligible to her from this distance. She didn’t dare creep closer and try to figure out what was going on. She simply wandered off to find breakfast as Sesshomaru-sama had ordered her to do.

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“Jaken. What were you doing last night when you made Rin bathe in this stream? She is human, and while her frailty is annoying, it is not a mystery either. I don’t remember telling you to make her bathe either; so why did she do so?” Sesshomaru asked his servant calmly as he pulled his haori around him, having tied his shirt on already. Jaken gaped at his master in confusion. He’d always been the one to make Rin bathe when it got cold. The child loved water in the warm months but he nearly had to throw her in during winter. Sesshomaru knew this…

“Rin was being disobedient and I had to force the insolent thing to bathe. I didn’t want her to offend your lordships nose, and,” he suddenly saw stars as a large powerful fist connected with his head.

“She is to have a hot bath prepared for her from now on, Jaken. And she will stay in the tent with me, so she won't fall ill in the cold. She was sick so often during the last winter that I don’t wish to repeat that cycle this season.” The Youkai said with some heat. Jaken burst into a babbling line of excuses and protests about Rin’s lowly station as a human child, and how was he, Jaken, to set up a hot bath with no dwelling nor a tub handy? He cowered as Sesshomaru smiled that smile that meant something was going to die any minute; something named Jaken if he didn’t shut up immediately.

“Jaken. You make me think you believe Sesshomaru was a fool when he revived and took in Rin three years ago. Are you certain you wish to convey this sentiment to him?” His voice made the imp shiver with terror.

“Iie, Sire! Jaken would never dream of calling, of thinking of his master Sesshomaru-sama as a fool! Never!” Jaken squealed, almost weeping with fear. Sesshomaru dropped his armor over his head and worked at tightening the plates into place on his own, as he pondered his next point.

“Jaken. Unless Rin welcomes it, you are never to touch her again. If she is in danger, or if she needs medical care, you may of course tend to her. But if I see you touch her with even a hint of this distain towards her race in your mind, your head will miss its shoulders.” Jaken’s eyes went wide and his beaky jaw dropped in amazement. He bowed, realizing his subtle torment of the child who had always been a thorn in his side was ending today. He realized he’d been cruel, but he did love Rin also. She’d never retaliated to his unkind words, never hit him or pinched him back for his cruelty. In fact, he would die for the child, but her obvious place in his beloved master’s heart was something he envied to the point of being blinded by it.

“Rin is mine Jaken. Be sure nothing befalls her. Nothing, Jaken. Now go and break camp. We are heading to the keep.” Sesshomaru said smoothly. Jaken was outside before the words sunk in and he fainted with shock and an irrational hurt.

“His? Rin is to be…” Jaken whimpered.

“Rin is to be what, Jaken-sama?” She asked, her face poking into his view. He couldn’t answer her; he just rolled over and crawled away, not even sure why he was in such emotional pain about this quiet announcement.

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