Breathe Your Name (i)
In the deep forest, a conversation between a beautiful girl with fair skin and a green demon was overheard. The human girl was Rin, now seventeen, fully blossoming into womanhood. Her transition was quite extraordinary, though her small face and big rounded eyes still carried youthful vitality. Either way, anyone, at least a normal human male, who would have seen her would have called her attractive--her almond-shaped hazel eyes teased the viewer every time she innocently laughed. There was this excitement and wildness in her eyes that only could be explained by her past adventures. She also grew taller, for her kimono barely reached her knees. However, Rin never did show care for her appearance, probably due to her two male companions who witheld any comment on her looks. Jaken almost always refused to admit her beauty; without practicality, her pretty face had no benefit to him or his master. For Sesshomaru, there was never a single comment on her appearance or herself overall to begin with. Instead, Rin let her hair hang loose and brushed it down with her fingers if she needed to. The natural curls somehow did the magic and created a relaxed, untamed bed-hair look. In addition, the darkness of her smooth long hair complemented her own pale yet firm skin. Her long, fragile limbs gradually outgrew the sleeves and the entire cloth slightly slipped from her shoulders. Starting from last year, her breasts had grown and cleavage showed by the crossed portion of her kimono. As Jaken continued to talk about the appearance of a new demon, she twisted her lean torso to stretch and laid across the rock she was sitting on.
"Jaken-sama, so what's the village like?" Rin asked, encircling the air with her forefinger.
"Why do you even ask, human girl! Well, I do suppose that's where you all little rascals belong, hmph!" Jaken was, as always, triumphant with his authority over Rin without Sesshomaru.
"But I barely remeber what it was like--it's really vague. I mean we do pass by it, but it seems, it seems so foreign..." Rin sighed. She didn't look towards Jaken, who shook his head and cross his arms in sympathy. He cleared his throat to speak.
"Hmmmph! From what I heard, they live in small huts with their family. And the humans farm--"
"Family?" Rin cut him sharply.
"Don't you dare cut me, you rude..!!"
"Family? Like father and mother and brother?" She sat up and jerked her head upwards in half excitement and half curiosity.
"Yes, they live together!! They have 'marriage' and..."
"Marriage?"
"Two lovers, hehemph, join in reunion and they have children..." Jaken blushed and turned away to avoid the subject.
"Oh, please continue, Jaken-sama! I want to remember what my family was like!" Rin pleaded, holding Jaken's hands. Jaken hesitated to tell her the truth about her being abandoned.
"Well, uh--"
Then Sesshomaru entered, his eyes threatening and menacing as ever. Jaken looked him up in surprise, not knowing what caused his anger. He stepped back, holding his staff defensively.
"Sesshoma..." Jaken opened his lips, before he was again interrupted by Rin.
"Sesshomaru-sama!" Rin jumped up towards him. She now reached near his chin and looked into his radiant golden eyes. Greeting him politely, Rin started asking about the whereabouts of a new demon Sesshomaru was after. As Jaken observed, Sesshomaru was still not content but his tense expression was indeed relaxed. That mortal girl....
"So, Sesshomaru-sama, what happened to that snake demon? Is he still around, of course, I'm not doubting your skills, sir. But he is in fact one of the stronger demons in this area. I heard that he killed many villagers and now they send him an offering every month, a virgin girl that he can feast on" Jaken explained, eager to please.
"Jaken, that is none of your concern." Sesshomaru threw pieces of dark flesh in the fire. Jaken opened his mouth wide in a smile.
"Well, of course, Sesshomaru-sama! You are magnificent! Jaken is again impressed, you have slayed him alive!!" He jumped up and down in a parade. Rin giggled joyfully and eating the remaining bread.
"That is only a part of him. He will regenerate." Sesshomaru said in a monotone.
"Rest assured, my Lord! No one can ever defeat you!" Jaken laughed, and the night went on.
At night, Rin heard a groan. It was soft yet deep. She slowly opened her eyes and watched as Sesshomaru wrapped his hand over his torso. Blood was seeping through his garment, and she woke up in terror.
"Sesshomaru-sama! Your..!" Sesshomaru quickly covered Rin's mouth and gave a sharp stare. Rin gulped and nodded. It wasn't too serious because he was already healing, but he had never been attacked or injured before. This made Rin worry and she brought a piece of cloth to cover it. Sesshomaru pushed it away, and turned his head.
"Go back to sleep, Rin." He commanded in his usual monotone.
"But you're hurt!" She protested, forgetting her position.
"It was a cunning attack, but ineffective. He cannot injure me anymore than this." He spoke coldly, gathering his fingers to a fist. Rin saw him, and thought he was rather beautiful even with blood running through his abdomen. No, the blood actually added a mystical element to his presence, as if he had bathe himself in red wine. She knew her thoughts were running wild, but it was true--no matter how many times she looked at her master, he was perfect in every aspect. The exotic beauty of a pure blood demon. She thought that there is evidence behind all the myth about the silver god. Of course, she knew Sesshomaru wasn't a god, though he had the appearance of one. His gold eyes pierced through any creature or object; they were ruthless, brutal, and yet extremely seducive. There was always very little expression on his sharp, cold face. Rin always wondered how he'd look when he smiled, laughed, or even cried. Obviously, that wouldn't happen for another millenium. But tears would look so graceful on his luminous skin. She would have done anything to see it, but she hit the wall of reality. Who was she after all? A mere human girl who have only known, no seen him for couple of years and who would be dead and forgotten after several years. She must humble herself, yet it was so hard when such tempting deity himself stood by her every day. These were the thoughts she had gotten as a woman.