Hey, I'm back again. I have with me here another oneshot.
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha. Nor Sesshoumaru. Unfortunately.
What is Death?
Death.
What is it?
Is it the end of something?
Or is it the beginning of something new?
Sesshoumaru didn't know. It was something that he had always hated. Not knowing things. It meant that he wasn't all-powerful. It meant that he still had a long way to go.
But thankfully he wasn't the only one.
Nobody else knew what death was.
Not his cocky younger brother.
Certainly not that troublesome half-demon Naraku.
And most certainly not the annoying imp who was currently prattling on about nonsense right behind him.
Sesshoumaru was just about to turn around and kill the imp, in a most painful manner, when Rin spoke up from Ah-Un's back.
'Lord Sesshoumaru, may we rest? I'm getting awfully sleepy.'
'Of course not, stupid child!'
'We shall rest here in this clearing. Jaken, fetch some firewood.'
Jaken stomped off, muttering about human children and their annoying ways.
Sesshoumaru settled down at the base of a large tree, facing the west, watching the sun set over the fields. Rin sat down a few metres away and started drawing in the dirt with a stick. She hummed to herself as she drew.
After several minutes, the demon became curious as to what had the child so engrossed.
'Rin.'
She looked up at her name.
'What are you drawing?'
Rin smiled and turned her head to look back at her work.
'Your sword, Lord Sesshoumaru.'
'Which one? Tokijin?'
'No, my Lord. The Tenseiga.'
'Why that one?'
The girl stood up and walked over to him, before sitting down again beside her lord.
'You used it to save my life, Lord Sesshoumaru. I was dead and you used it to bring me back.'
Sesshoumaru looked down at the top of Rin's head.
'Tell me, Rin, what do you think death is?'
The girl sat there beside him, quietly pondering the question he had posed. She stayed like that for so long Sesshoumaru believed that she wasn't going to answer.
'I think that…'
Sesshoumaru was surprised that she still was thinking about the question. She must have taken it very seriously to think it over for this long.
'I think that death is inevitable, Lord Sesshoumaru. It is something that we all strive to cheat, but no one can. I think that we create stories of the afterlife because we want to have something that gives substance to death. I also think that death should not be feared. If we fear something all our lives, it only hinders us from achieving what we could accomplish. But what I think most about death is that it is also life. Without one, the other can not, and would not, exist. Two sides of the same story, if you will, Lord Sesshoumaru.'
The demon smiled faintly. It seemed that Rin was actually quite wise, despite her young age. She had been able to put into words a simple understanding of something so complex.
As the sun continued to set, the demon and his human ward watched on in silence, feeling at peace with each other and the world.
Well, what do you think. When I re-read it, it sounded flat and lifeless, but I thought 'Oh well, mossen well submit it'. It isn't my best work, but hey, I did write this when I had a bit of a block. Can I have some reviews, please?
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