What You Save Is What You Lose Out In The End

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Rating: R

Genre: Tragedy

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What You Save Is
What You Lose Out In The End

His hands were drenched
in blood, his features twisted into the beginning of the
transformation to his true form. Everyone ran from him in fear,
knowing whoever he deemed guilty would die. Everyone, that is, except
one small woman.

One of the demons
laughed at her as she ran to his side and she stopped. Slowly, her
head turned to face him, her eyes black with anger. He only laughed
harder at the pain and rage he found in the dark eyes.

Her back straightened
and she turned her body, slowly, following her gaze. Purposefully,
she let one foot fall in front of the other and began stalking him.
He stopped laughing, although there was still a smile plastered on
his face and his eyes mocked her for a moment, before he let them
slide lasciviously down her slight frame.

Rin had never been a
particularly large girl. She surpassed her mother by a good three
fingers by the time she reached adulthood, leaving her to stand
directly at her lord’s shoulder—on her toes. But right at that
moment, the youkai around her stepped back, seeing her towering above
them all.

She only paused for a
moment on her way to the demon—to lift a sword from one of the
fallen warriors. He lifted his own sword to answer her challenge, his
smirk growing larger.

“So you shall die
with him?” He asked, laughing coldly.

“This one cares not
what happens to her, but you will not be the hand that slew
Sesshomaru-sama!” Rin cried before she charged forward.

“Rin, no!”
Sesshomaru yelled, blood spraying from his mouth with his words. But
it was too late. He had seen this day coming since the moment he
chose to keep her by his side for the rest of her life. He watched
her swing the sword, so big in her tiny hands and forced himself not
to close his eyes when the demon stepped forward and impaled her with
his own.

His vision faded to red
again as she slid back off the sword, but it vanished when he saw the
look of horror on the demon’s face—what was left of it. The
dagger she kept in her obi for personal defense had found its way
through half of his skull and as Sesshomaru watched, she swung it
back, taking off his head.

He mustered every ounce
of strength he had left and stood, roaring a challenge to anyone
still standing to get in his way. No one took it. Discouraged by the
death of their leader, the youkai ran from the battleground.

He went to his knees
after a few steps; frustrated that he couldn’t reach his most loyal
adherent in the last minutes of his life. He pushed his fingers into
the earth, letting his head fall forward, his white hair pooling on
the ground beneath him.

“Rin…” he
whispered, watching the crimson fall from his lips to stain his hair.

“Sesshomaru-sama,”
Rin whispered back, causing him to jerk his head up. She had crawled
to fall a few steps away from him. He forced himself to crawl,
ignoring the indignity of it to just get to her.

He reached out and
pulled her body to his, falling back to hold her one last time while
their blood mingled on their bodies. He closed his eyes, listening to
her heart as it struggled past the mortal wound, pushing her life
from her body. He willed himself to live longer than she, so that his
last act could be to restore her.

“Please,
Sesshomaru-sama,” Rin whispered. “Do not bring me back if you
will not be there when I awake,” she begged. He pulled her close.

“It is my wish that
you live, Rin,” he said.

“And it is my wish to
follow my lord, wherever he may go,” she responded.

“I fear you will not
follow this Sesshomaru on this journey, Rin.”

“I will!” she
declared vehemently. “You will not leave Rin behind this time!”
Her arms wrapped as tightly around him as she had strength. “I love
you, Sesshomaru-sama!”

“Such a foolish
thing…” he whispered into her hair, resting his cheek against it.
Wind stirred the air above them and Rin’s hair blew in the harsh
breeze, a tiny cherry blossom catching in it from the stream that was
dancing along the current. The comforting beat of her heart stopped a
moment later and Sesshomaru pulled her close one last time as he took
his last breath.

‘Yes,
Sesshomaru-sama!’

The End