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Adult ++
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My Angel.
Prompt: Moonlight Madness.
Chapter One: My Angel.
Rin sighed as her walking slowed; her long, lanky legs ached, and she felt as though she would collapse any second. She had been walking for what seemed like ages, all to get away from that damned human village her precious Sesshomaru had dropped her off with.
Tears burned in the corners of her eyes, and she cursed them, cursed them as avidly as she cursed Sesshomaru. He thought that her ningen blood made her weak, made her ordinary. When she was still a small, naive girl, she swore to herself that she would prove him wrong.
Now, though, she had missed her chance.
And it hurt. Oh, Gods, did it hurt. It hurt in her heart, and in her lungs.
'And now,' she thought as she continued walking, albeit very slowly, 'in my legs.'
She looked further on down her path, and that was when she noticed a quaint, fastly flowing creek, mud making up the banks.
And there seemed to be someone lying at the edge of it...
The moon was full this night, and it was the only light she had to see him with.
Her eyes widened when she realized who it was.
She knew that she should stay away from him. He was too easy to recognize – the villainous Dark Hanyou, Naraku. Her Lord Sesshomaru had fought him for so many years, and he was supposed to be dead –
Yet here he lay, on the bank of the river Rin had come across during her long journey to the East.
She was too intrigued to ignore him. There had always been something about him that had interested her, that had drawn her closer, even as a child under Lord Sesshomaru’s protection.
But the taiyoukai could care less about her protection these days; she was sure he didn’t even know yet that she had escaped the human village he had left her in, that she hadn’t even married the poor bloke he’d chosen as her husband. After all, who really wanted to marry the ningen ward of a youkai?
No one, that’s who.
As she slowly ventured closer to where the once-great Naraku lay, he watched her with dulled, violet eyes. All he could really see coming closer to him was the dark, blurry outline of a woman with light all around her.
“My mitsukai,” he murmured, going in and out of consciousness.
She brought him to the cave nearby and began to clean his wounds. His half-demon body had already nearly repaired itself, but Naraku had lost a great amount of blood. Rin figured the blood loss had something to do with his present state of mind.
After just days of tending to him, he told Rin that she would be accompanying him back to his castle, where he would return to plotting the demise of Inuyasha and, now, Lord Sesshomaru.
Rin only nodded.
Naraku smirked at her darkly. "Good."
Chapter One: My Angel.
Rin sighed as her walking slowed; her long, lanky legs ached, and she felt as though she would collapse any second. She had been walking for what seemed like ages, all to get away from that damned human village her precious Sesshomaru had dropped her off with.
Tears burned in the corners of her eyes, and she cursed them, cursed them as avidly as she cursed Sesshomaru. He thought that her ningen blood made her weak, made her ordinary. When she was still a small, naive girl, she swore to herself that she would prove him wrong.
Now, though, she had missed her chance.
And it hurt. Oh, Gods, did it hurt. It hurt in her heart, and in her lungs.
'And now,' she thought as she continued walking, albeit very slowly, 'in my legs.'
She looked further on down her path, and that was when she noticed a quaint, fastly flowing creek, mud making up the banks.
And there seemed to be someone lying at the edge of it...
The moon was full this night, and it was the only light she had to see him with.
Her eyes widened when she realized who it was.
She knew that she should stay away from him. He was too easy to recognize – the villainous Dark Hanyou, Naraku. Her Lord Sesshomaru had fought him for so many years, and he was supposed to be dead –
Yet here he lay, on the bank of the river Rin had come across during her long journey to the East.
She was too intrigued to ignore him. There had always been something about him that had interested her, that had drawn her closer, even as a child under Lord Sesshomaru’s protection.
But the taiyoukai could care less about her protection these days; she was sure he didn’t even know yet that she had escaped the human village he had left her in, that she hadn’t even married the poor bloke he’d chosen as her husband. After all, who really wanted to marry the ningen ward of a youkai?
No one, that’s who.
As she slowly ventured closer to where the once-great Naraku lay, he watched her with dulled, violet eyes. All he could really see coming closer to him was the dark, blurry outline of a woman with light all around her.
“My mitsukai,” he murmured, going in and out of consciousness.
She brought him to the cave nearby and began to clean his wounds. His half-demon body had already nearly repaired itself, but Naraku had lost a great amount of blood. Rin figured the blood loss had something to do with his present state of mind.
After just days of tending to him, he told Rin that she would be accompanying him back to his castle, where he would return to plotting the demise of Inuyasha and, now, Lord Sesshomaru.
Rin only nodded.
Naraku smirked at her darkly. "Good."