Rin: God's Favorite Daughter

Hello, Hoshi no Tenshi here with a Sesshy and Rin fic. Rin is the 16-year-old daughter of a human emperor. But then her sheltered lifestyle is shattered by lies and betrayal.
Disclaimer- I wish I did then maybe I wouldn’t be so broke.

Blood Tears

Her padded feet echoed through out the silent hallways as the elderly woman made her way towards her mistress’s chambers. This was her routine for as long as she could remember.

“Hime-sama, it is time to awaken.” Said the sweet voice that greeted her every morning.
“Good morning, Tani-san. How are you this morning?” said the yawning girl in the plush bed as she pushed aside the curtains. Tani quickly went over to the silk curtains of the window and tied them aside to reveal the warmth of the morning sun. The faint sounds of birds chirping away in the garden had greeted her every morning.

“I am well hime-sama. Your father expects you to be dressed and ready early today for the arrival of the Northern hime and her father. Remember today is the announcement of your brother’s marriage…. Awe, I remember that it wasn’t too long ago that both of you were running in the garden away from your tutors. The years have passed me by so quickly.” As the elderly woman stood there looking out over the garden, she felt soft hands wrap around her neck.
“Don’t worry Tani-san, my brother isn’t leaving the palace, and you will be able to terrorize his children.”

“But what about you my dear? Your father will find a prince for you to marry and you will leave and never visit this old lady.” The elderly lady let out a sigh.

“Don’t worry Tani-san. I will not leave the palace anytime soon. My father has promised that he will not arrange a marriage without my consent. So I get to choose whom I marry.” With that said she kissed her nanny on the cheek and headed towards the bathhouse. Before she left out of the door she gripped a small object in her hand and said to herself, “And Kami has ruled that I must stay here.”

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Her light, sleeping gown slid down her body as she gathered her hair into a messy bun. She felt a cold chill pass over her skin and quickly slid into the water. She removed the sponge from its resting place on a nearby rock. She then squeezed the sponge and as the warm water ran over in the red sore ridges on her back, she slipped into a daydream.

“Happy Birthday, Kiryuurin,” said a low deep voice. A dark handsome man with black hair and deep brown eyes, stood with an ornate craved silver jewelry box in his two hands.
“Oh wow, otou-san, thank you so much,” said Rin, as the candle light hit the jewelry box and gave a mystifying warm glow that made her eyes grow with wonder. She wasted no time in seizing the box and prying it open. As she gazed inside her eyes grew even larger. She saw a blood red ruby on a silver necklace upon a plush purple silk pillow. It strangely had its own eerie glow. She delicately removed the necklace from its box.
“Wow it is so beautiful,” she said after several seconds that seemed like forever while she gazed deeply into the ruby.
“It has been passed down throughout my family for generations. It protects our family and our kingdom from threats of outsiders. You are its keeper now as your grandmother was before you and her mother before her,” said her father.
After several seconds of silence, she spoke again. “But why me otou-san, why not Riku? He is the one that will rule the kingdom after you are gone,” she said looking up at her father.
“Because Kiryuurin, the stone does not obey men of our family. It only obeys women because it was born of a woman.”
“Born of a woman? What are you talking about?”
Her father walked over to the walls of scrolls and seemingly pulled out a random scroll and unfurled it on his wooden desk. He than began his story.
“It was born of our ancestor, Kiryuurin. She was the wife of a warrior chief of our clan. In those days there was much war and chaos but our ancestor did not allow his wife or daughter to be touched by the wars and kept them as safe as he could. Then after one year of peace, Kiryuurin could not take being confined to the gardens of the compound any longer and decided to take her young daughter into the surrounding fields, so she could view the beauty of the wild flowers. That day she sat with her daughter making wreaths of wild flowers to bring back with them when they were ambushed by arrows of the same country they had a peace treaty for the last year. Kiryuurin tried to run so she could warn her husband but mostly to protect her daughter. As she almost made it to the gates, the barrage of black arrows soared and impaled her but she hunched over so that the arrows could not hit her daughter……… They say that Kami listens to the tears of women because they understand the world……… As she lay dieing, she whispered a prayer to save her daughter and her husband from the intruders. Then as her salt tears mixed with her blood a strange light appeared in her chest and began to grow bigger and stronger as more arrows rained down upon her. The guards at the gate said that as the arrows hit the light they disintegrated into dust. Then when the arrows stopped, their master ran out to retrieve his wife’s body and found that his daughter was unharmed. When he held her in his arms, he saw that she was gripping onto something and found that ruby in her hand………. I don’t know maybe the girl found it in the field but it has repeatedly protected our family and our kingdom from outside invaders. You must be its protector. Even though your brother is to be king of our land, you are its protector. Also my daughter there is one thing I must tell you, you can never leave the boundaries of our lands.”
“Why not?” she quickly interrupted.
“Because you are our protector and this is your destiny.”
With that upon her mind, she gazed once more into the ruby as her smile faded into a frown. It took her a second to look up and gaze into her father’s eyes.
“I don’t want it,” she said matter of fact as she began to put the necklace back into its case.
“This is not up for discussion, Kiryuurin. You will put it on and you will accept your destiny. You are exactly like your grandmother. She too hate the necklace but by the time I was old enough to have reason, she had already accepted her destiny and so shall you.” He said forcefully. He forced the jewelry box back into her hands.
Her eyes began to water as she stammered to find words that would counter him.
“I yearn to be free……… I never asked for this life……… I would have been happy to be born a scullery maid and not your daughter………” she said as her tears began to flow. As her tears flowed, a red light began to pulse inside the jewelry box. She couldn’t dare to open the box but finally opened it as its light radiated brighter. Her tears flowed freely as she gazed into the jewel.
“It calls to you and responds to your tears and your will. Kiryuurin this is your fate. I know it is not simple to take on the responsibilities of this task but think that, that you will be sacrificing your freedom for the sake of your people and your family… We as rulers must ensure everything for our people with our very lives. Do you think I would choose this life if I had a choice. I would give all the power and all the wealth to see myself as a simple farmer coming home every evening from the fields to the smiling faces of you, your brother and your mother, welcoming me home. But I do not have a say in the life that fate chose for me and neither do you.” He said to his daughter.
Another long silence fell in the room. She sniffed and gathered her strength.
“I will never accept it. I do not want any part of your curse or anything else you want to give me,” she yelled as her tears flowed as a river down her cheek. As she cried harder, the light of the ruby grew larger and engulfed her.
She splashed water onto her face and silently cursed her memory. Her reverie soon changed to another scene.
Rin found herself walking in a dark gloomy forest. The pine trees seemed to be heavy with sorrow. Her blue kimono was ripped in several places and was covered with blood and dirt. Her head pounded as she walked. Suddenly she heard voices and heard the familiar cries of her mother. She ran towards them but was shocked still as she saw her family kneeling in front of a portly old man but she could not see his face. He laughed evilly as the katanas one by one came down upon the necks of her family. She could not scream. She tried but the sounds would not come out of her throat. She opened her mouth and swallowed large quantities of air.
“Find the girl and remove her neck from the ruby. It has hindered my family from obtaining these lands for far too long,” said the gruff voice of the old man as she quietly began to stir in her bed.
Kiryuurin splashed water in her face to allow the blood in her veins to flow freely again. Why did she think about the nightmare she dreamt of that day when she received her fate. She squeezed the sponge against her shoulder and let the cool water flow into the cuts on her back. It stung and she quickly moved her fingers over the ridges to sooth the throbbing. She began again to daydream.
She awoke to find her mother starring at her with tears.
“Oh Kiryuurin, I didn’t think you would wake after you collapsed in your father’s library,” her mother’s words broke into a high-pitched squeal but then returned too normal.
“What happened?” She said groggy as her nerves began to tingle with alertness and then there was pain.
“Why does my back hurt,” she said now more awaken by the pain.
“You collapsed when you yelled at your father. You have been out for three days. When he lifted you to carry you to your bed, he found blood seeping through your clothes. You have scratches on your back, we do not know where they came from.”
With that Kiryuurin quickly ran to the full-length mirror and ripped her clothing off and tore the bandages off and turned her back to the mirror. She lightly grazed her fingers over the closer words on her back.
“They are not scratches, they are words,” she said turning to her mother.
“Words? What kind of barbaric language is that?”
“The language of Kami,” she said sternly.
Her mother gasped, “The language of Kami. No it can’t be.”
“It is says ‘with tears of blood of woman born. Shall this land be at peace.’” She said gasping at her own words and quickly lifted her hand to her mouth.
“How do you know this? How can you read it?” Her mother said as she grabbed Rin by the shoulders and tried shaking the answers out of her.
“I……… do not know.” She simply stated.
“You do not know? Then why did you say such things?”
“They came into my head. I don’t know,” Rin said as she began to cry. Her mother comforted her and hugged her till she stopped crying.
“I don’t want this,” she repeated over and over again as crystal hot tears rolled down her red puffy cheeks.
“Shh, it is ok Kiryuurin. Nothing will happen to you.” Her mother said in her soft voice.

“With tears of blood of woman born, Shall this land be at peace.” She said and scoffed as her hand hit the surface of the water and distorted her reflection.
“Absolutely ridiculous. Fate you are evil and you are laughing in my face. I hate you. I just want to be normal. Why can’t I be normal?"
“Hime-sama are you ok,” said the familiar voice of Tani effectively rousing her from her argument.
“Yes, I am fine. I will be out in a second.” She replied.
“Ok child, your father expects you to be in the throne room in thirty minutes. I have already laid out your kimono and your slippers. We have to hurry to do your hair and make-up, if you wish to look presentable to your guests.”
“Ok Tani-san. I am coming,” she said as she began to rise up from the water. She grabbed a towel and began to wipe off the excess water and wrapped her long raven hair in a bun.
She quickly made her way back to her room. On her bed she saw a dark green kimono with red rose vines crawling up from the hem. She quickly dressed and wrapped her hair in a conservative bun with jade chopsticks placed to hold it together. She grabbed her dangly emerald earrings and quickly placed them into her ears. She then took her brush and applied rouge to her lips and then pale green eye shadow to her eyelids. She sighed and looked into the mirror. Then she sat there at her dresser staring at the silver jewelry box. It had small rubies adorning the antennae of silver butterflies. Around the edge were etched the words on her back. Something disgusting rose to the back of her throat. She hated the sight of those words. She removed the necklace from its resting place and quickly placed it upon her neck. If this was to be her fate, then she would face it with dignity.

I hope you have all enjoyed the first installment of this story. Please R&R. All types are welcomed.