A Human Called Rin

Chapter One: A Turn of Events

She heard the festivities. The singing, the dancing, the music, the laughter, and everything else a royal youkai wedding would have, she heard them all. But she couldn’t allow herself to be apart of it. She was a good girl; she was a proper girl. For Lord Sesshoumaru, she would be and do all things that pleased him. She learned her art, she learned her kanji, she learned her music, and she learned that she could never be with Sesshoumaru the way she wanted to be.

After all, she was only human, a pet for his amusement.

When the soon-to-be Lady of the Western Lands appeared before the high court, Rin made herself scarce. If she wasn’t there to see the official proposal, then she could still be with her Lord. Right? But even Rin wouldn’t allow herself to dream such foolishness for long. She just didn’t want to be there. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to be anywhere. She felt alone and out of place; she didn’t belong anymore. And for the first time since she was reborn with the power of her Lord, she was alone.

She knew this loneliness well. When her parents were slaughtered by bandits and made her an orphan, she was alone and felt how cruel the world could be. When she lost her voice from the terror she witness and was made the scapegoat of the village, she was isolated and felt how insignificant she was.

But her lord was different. He wasn’t the bandits who murdered her parents; he wasn’t the accuser who beat her for all wrongs. He wasn’t even human; therefore, he would never hurt her like the rest of the world did.

Those thoughts were the thoughts of a naïve and innocent child. That child desperately looked for some symbol of hope. She thought she found it. And she thought that he would never leave her. It was a sort of half truth. Lord Sesshoumaru didn’t leave her. He simply didn’t see her anything as anything more than a valued possession, a cherished pet to keep as along as possible.

Yes, she was important to him. Saving her life countless times and going to the ends of Hell for her proved her value. But it didn’t exactly prove her place in his life. But now, her place was more definitive, more certain. And now she wished that she didn’t know.

She wished that she could have her fantasy back, her Sesshoumaru back.

She knew what was going to happen later tonight between the new Lady and her Lord. She had a whole library that spanned subjects ranging from history and politics to etiquette and, well, sex. Luckily for her, no one thought to supervise what she read during her free time in her Lord’s private study. She hated where her mind was taking her; she tried to think on happier times.

Like now, with the noises coming from the shiro, she could still think back to the hours that she would play the koto for him, the poetry she wrote and read to him, the flowers she would grow and pick for him, the artistic dances she diligently practiced and performed for him, for him, for him. All of it was always for him. Maybe she thought that her saw her differently. She thought that he could look past her humanity. In his own way, he did, she thought grimly.

With all she learned and saw in her sixteen years of life, she knew that she wasn’t like other humans. She had been cultured in the ways of youkai society. She had been with her Lord long enough to forget her own humanity. Foolish, foolish girl, she muttered to herself. She assumed too much, and it resulted in too many mistakes. Now, she was paying dearly for it—wallowing in her own grief and misery.

She could run away, she thought. But what if her Lord went after her? He would most definitely be most displeased for the inconvenience. She laughed when she realized that she still wanted to please him. But what if he didn’t go after her? Then that would confirm that she no longer amused him, that he no longer had use of her. Now that was a truly devastating thought.

And if she ran away and he didn’t pursue her, where would she go? With the Jewel completed over five years ago, Kohaku was dead. Kagome disappeared as soon as a pure wish was made. She didn’t know the taijiya very well, even though she was Kohaku’s sister—so that left out the monk as well. And no one had seen Shippo in years. She really missed the kitsune too. She always loved his parlor tricks. Inuyasha was out of the question considering that it would be like slapping her Lord in the face. She would never dream of doing that.

No, she really had no where to go. All of those people were the closest think she had to a family beside Lord Sesshoumaru and Master Jaken. And Master Jaken would never leave Sesshoumaru’s side—ever the loyal retainer. She was stuck, alone, and soon to be forgotten. Overall, she was not in any mood to celebrate. Tonight, she just couldn’t bring her self to be a proper ward and celebrate her Lord’s choice of a mate.

Hiding in the private gardens was much more appealing.

Rin knew that was beautiful, for a human. Her knee-lengthen hair was the deepest black but shined like glass in the sun, and her eyes were an unusual shade of brown, cinnamon. She carried herself with grace and elegance, which gave people a sense of awe to watch her. She could easily make any Japanese woman pale in comparison to her.

Ever since she turned fourteen, she had plenty of suitors ask her Lord for her hand in marriage. But her Lord denied them all, which made her assume he wanted her for himself. Once again, she assumed incorrectly. He did want her to himself because that was part of his selfish nature—but that didn’t mean that he wanted her for himself to marry.

When she still traveled with her Lord, many humans both men and women would comment first on her beauty. Some would even be so bold as to accuse her Lord of bewitching her because of her beauty. But that was not why her Lord forbid her to travel with him any longer. It was after some of the human daimyos asked for her hand that her travels with him completely stopped. That was over a year ago.

She really missed the open fields and wildflowers. But her Lord made sure that she was kept busy with her education. She had little free time and few people besides Master Jaken and her personal servant to spend any amount of time with. She now understood that her Lord wanted her away from other youkai as much as possible. Strange, when she first come to his fortress as a child, he allowed her freedom to speak to anyone she pleased. Though he never openly forbid her to associate with other youkai, she now understood why he kept her so busy. What was she to do now, she asked herself again.

Where did she fit in the entire scheme of things?

She continued to hear the festivities and decided that she could slip into her room without anyone noticing. Looking at the full moon, she could tell it was well passed midnight. Yet, the celebration would continue for several more hours.

As she slipped through the crowd of drunken Ladies and Lords, properly acknowledging those who noticed her, she noticed that Sesshoumaru was no where in the main hall—which meant only one thing. She really didn’t want to think about it. She needed to get rid of all these ornamental weights off her body, take a hot bath, and fall asleep as quickly as possible, so that way she wouldn’t have to thing about ‘it’ anymore. A new day meant new hope, right, at least she read that somewhere.

When she finally made it out of the main hall and into the private rooms of the fortress, she made a quick dash towards her room, which was located, thankfully, on the opposite wing of her Lord’s. Faithful as always, Itoshii, her servant, was there to prepare her for her sleep. The elderly youkai was still lovely for an eight century old inuyoukai. She looked to be roughly thirty in human years. Her hair wasn’t the moonlight white of her Lords but a shimmery pale blue, nor was her eyes the cold amber but a warmed emerald instead. She was a pale ivory, yes, but she didn’t carry the royal markings like Sesshoumaru either.

Rin loved Itoshii. She had been the closest thing to a mother for the petite human girl. And Itoshii love Rin like her own flesh and blood. Unfortunately, she and her mate could not bare pups. However, Rin would often make her forget that sad fact. The girl was such a joy to be around and a pleasure to serve.

“Come inside, my Lady, let’s get you out of these clothes,” the elder youkai said warmly.

Rin couldn’t help but smile at her. She probably should have spent the evening with Itoshii instead of sulk all night. She entered her private rooms, while Itoshii shut the screen doors. They both knew that they had to keep up formalities while anyone else was in hearing range.

“Now, Rin, do you really think spending the evening avoiding everyone was a very good idea,” Itoshii asked while helping Rin out of the several layers of kimono and hair ornaments.

“And watching the ceremony would be a better idea,” she asked sarcastically. Itoshii was the only person that Rin openly expressed her feelings about her Lord.

Itoshii laughed knowing that Rin had a point but still, “Lord Sesshoumaru is, I’m sure, most displeased with your behavior as of late, Rin. The last thing you need is to anger him. You have never been on the receiving end of his wrath, and believe me, you don’t want to be.”

“I’m not trying to anger him. I just can’t stand ‘her.’ I’ve never met anyone so conceited and snobbish. She acts like she is a gift from the very gods themselves!!”

“Shh, Rin, you mustn’t’ say such things. She is the new Lady of the Western Lands and deserved as much respect as our Lord,” Itoshii scolded, though she had to agree with Rin—that lady was well aware of her blood line. And she made everyone know what a high born bitch she was. She had all the servants on edge.

Nothing was good enough for her taste. Itoshii wouldn’t be surprised if the new Lady would have all the rooms remodeled and all the halls rewashed to her satisfaction---and all this by end of the month!! Lord Sesshoumaru was efficient and orderly but this was absolutely ridiculous. Still, the new Lady was only asserting her authority. It was her job now to govern the house after all.

“I’m sorry, Itoshii. You’re right as usual. I should say such things.”

“Just be careful, little one. Now, go take your bath, quickly. You need at least some sleep before dawn.”

“Of course,” she chirped and quietly wrapped herself in her yukata and headed towards the bath house with Itoshii right behind her.

The hot spring within gave her just what she needed—a way to relieve all the tension that she had been holding for the past several days. While she sat there in one of the natural shelves of the spring, Itoshii washed and combed her long hair for her. How else could she keep such long hair in good condition without the extra help.

With her bath done, they returned to her room. While Rin continued to dry her hair, Itoshii set up the futon in the center of the room, and then, helped Rin under the soft, light covers. Though it was spring, there was still a slight chill in the air. With that done, Itoshii bid her Lady a goodnight and returned to her husband, who she hoped wasn’t too drunk with resent affairs.

Rin fell asleep instantly. It seemed that Itoshii’s presence was always soothing and would make her forget her problems. She was thankful for that.

The girl didn’t know how long she was asleep, but it was still rather dark when she was awoken by the squawking of Master Jaken.

“Get up you stupid human, Lord Sesshoumaru wishes for you to play for him in his study right way!!”

“Wa..Huh…what do you mean, Master Jaken, Lord Sesshoumaru never asks me to play for him this late in the evening?”

“Humph, as if I would dare question his Lordship!!! Now, get up quickly and go!!”

“Yes, Master Jaken,” she sighed. As the little kappa youkai left her room, Rin quickly put on a simple white silk kimono with soft wispy trees and cranes pictured on the back. After tying on a pink floral obi and brushing her hair, she headed to her Lord’s study, knowing that her koto was already there. Though she was confused by such a strange request, she was still too groggy to question it.

When she finally made it to the sliding screen of his study, she was about to knock when,

“Enter,” came the familiar deep voice of her Lord.

She opened the screen and bowed before taking her usual spot next to the fireplace. She didn’t look directly at her Lord, keeping her eyes on the ground like a proper girl should. If you had looked, she would have noticed that Sesshoumaru was only in his sleeping yukata and soft furry pelt—but that didn’t count considering his pelt was part of his body.

Still not looking directly at her Lord, Rin continued to tune the instrument. All the while, Sesshoumaru stared at her. Instrument in tune, she waited to hear his request. The room was still for quit sometime, with only the fire wood cracking in the background.

“Play Midare, Rin.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

Sesshoumaru continued to watch the girl as she played. He wouldn’t deny the fact that the little girl he resurrected had blossomed into a woman, nor would he deny that she was, as all who saw her said, beautiful. And he wouldn’t deny that he was a selfish creature either. He wanted her, so he was going to have her. After all, she was his, and only his.

Not hearing the internal dialogue that youkai Lord was having with himself, Rin focused playing the notes perfectly, as he would expect from her. But she should have paid attention, because without warning Sesshoumaru appeared sitting right next to her. She instantly played the wrong note and finally looked at her Lord, realizing his state of dress and began feeling a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, a sensation that she had never read about. She stopped playing.

“My Lord,” she questioned. She wasn’t sure if maybe she was dreaming this strange scene. Lord Sesshoumaru had never allowed himself to be this close to her in years. He lightly caressed her cheek and slowly moved to touching her soft lithe neck before he went to pulling at her kimono. But he was instantly stopped, when Rin reacted by grabbing his wrist. Now, she was frightened. She had never seen her Lord act so strangely, and his normally cold amber eyes seemed to be almost tinged with a hint of red, like when he was in the heat of battle.

He gently placed his thumb over her trembling lips, as if he could command away her fear with a touch. Of course, he knew she wouldn’t make it that easy for him. O, he knew that she desire him. Ever since she was thirteen, she desired him. But like everything in his long life, Sesshoumaru waited until the timing was perfect, his own timing.

“Do you trust this Sesshoumaru, Rin.”

“Of course, my Lord,” she said wearily.

“Good, now, take off your clothing,” he said with as much emotion as one who states last years rice stores.

“But, but, my Lord…”

“Are you going to disobey me, Rin?”

“No, Lord Sesshoumaru,” she conceded as she slowly began to remove her clothing.

He continued to take in her form as she removed piece by piece of clothes. Yes, she was curved in all the right places, but not overly done. Overall, she had a very lithe, petite form, with breast that nicely fit his hands. He could smell her growing nervousness with the increased pounding of her heart. Despite that fact, he could still smell her natural scent of fresh spring rain and wildflowers, and below those scents, he smelled her innocence. Already, he could feel his own arousal growing by just the thought of what he intended to do with the girl.

She hugged herself, hopelessly trying to rid the feeling of her own bare nakedness against his piercing gaze. It was useless. She wasn’t’ that innocent; she knew what was going to happen soon. She just wasn’t sure with resent event what she really felt about it. She was so confused.

Sitting in front of her, he gently pried her arms away from her chest to have them slump to her sides. With the slight chill in the air, her breasts were already firmly tipped. Slowly, he began caressing her body, causing goose bumps to form. Gently, he laid her down on the floor with his pelt as bedding for them.

Still caressing her, he began kissing her face, then lips until she finally responded and kissed back. After some prodding with his tongue, she opened her mouth, and he tasted her sweetness for the first time. He was glad that she caught on quickly. With that done, he began kissing down her neck reaching his goal; he began to suckle on her breast, at first slowly. He could smell her arousal growing.

If she was confused before, she was in mental disarray now. She forgot why she would hesitate before with him touch and kissing her like this. She could already feel a deep fire growing at the bottom of her belly. She was aching so badly that all she could do was arch further into Sesshoumaru’s mouth to take more of her breast in. And he willingly complied.

He began to spread her legs apart and trace his hands down her hips, over her inner thighs, and then, he carefully circled her delicate jewel before penetrating her with his finger, stretching her for what was to come.

She couldn’t believe what he was doing, but she all she could do was thrust her hips against him as he continued his ministrations. He continued this with two, then eventually three fingers, until finally he decided it was time. With one quick flick of his claws, he ended her maidenhead.

She winched immediately at the assault but was still too consumed with her need to protest about it. His stretching gave her a burning sensation that though wasn’t all too pleasant was ignored for the pleasure he was infliction on her breasts and jewel.

All the sudden he stopped, which made her immediately whimper with her need for him, the ache was utterly terrible. But before she could beg him to continue, she felt his tongue immediately take the place of where his fingers had been. She began thrusting into him more, making his assault deeper. He couldn’t help but almost laugh at her actions, knowing that her body was in complete control over her mind.

The ache was getting tighter and tighter. She felts like she was going to burst at any moment. Gods, she never experienced anything so good. And Sesshoumaru himself had to agree, he never tasted a female this good. He could already feel her tight walls begin to tremble with more fervor. He knew than that it was time.

As soon as the girl climaxed, he unfastened his yukata and buried himself to the hilt insider her. It took every bit of control he had to stay still, after all he was daiyoukai, he had to do everything perfectly, but gods was she tight!!

Her release caused her to see stars but no sooner had she experienced this new euphoria when she experience an overwhelming sense of pain, surprise, and fullness all at once. She was so shocked by the invasion that she couldn’t even bring herself to scream at first. And when she finally tried, Sesshoumaru immediately took the opportunity to cover her mouth with a brutal kiss.

She didn’t know how much time passed, but eventually, the pain ebbed away. She experimented a little by moving, which cued the youkai above her that she was past the pain. Of course, Rin didn’t expect that and was overwhelmed with the new onslaught of sensations that coursed through her body as he began to thrust into her.

She didn’t know how many times she orgasmed, and he had long since lost count. But he continued his assault on her body well after his release and well into the first hints of the dawn. He couldn’t get enough of this bitch beneath him. If he thought that fucking her was going to get the human out of his system, he was very wrong but very happy about it. She was his; and he was going to make sure that she would have no doubt of that fact. Rin wasn’t sure, but she felt if they didn’t stop soon, she was going to pass out. But finally, after collapsing beside her, spooning her from behind, he rested for a few minutes to get his heart back under control.

Noticing that the dawn was coming, he figured it was time for her to return to her room.

“Rin, you should return to your room,” he stated as if he wasn’t just inside her before.

“My Lord, what, I mean…why…”

He knew that she wanted an explanation, though he wasn’t obligated to giver her one.

“You are mine, Rin. Never forget that. What I do with what is mine should not be question.”

“But what about the new Lady?”

“What about her, she is Lady, nothing more. She dictates the affairs of the house, not the affairs of this Sesshoumaru.”

“B-but, my Lord—“she began, tears beginning to blur her vision.

“Now, Rin, do as I say,” he said sternly, while his gaze pierced at her as if reprimanding her.

She obeyed as she always had obeyed. As she was taught to always obey, she would continue.

Quickly dressing, eyes to the floor, she ran out of his private chambers, forgetting to even shut the door or even bow.

She never considered her Lord to be human. Humans were terrifying, but this…this was something so much darker and hideous. Humans never treated her with kindness, and in his own way he had. But with that kindness, he used her. He, Lord Sesshoumaru, symbol of hope, her protector used her. Why, why? She continued to run through the halls, tears streamed like tiny broken rivers down her face. She was exhausted, she hurt, the flesh between her legs was devastatingly painful, but nothing, nothing compared to the pain that her Lord inflicted on her fragile, mortal heart.

She was confused, but one thing was for certain. Everything, absolutely everything had changed.

oOo

Well, I had to get this out of my system and write it. Tell me what you think. Shall I continue? And don’t worry. I’m going to update my other stories soon.

Midare: if you want to hear what the piece sounds like and if you want to know what a koto looks like, here is a example that you should check out:

Kazue Sawai Plays Midare (JAPANESE KOTO) on youtube
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