Chapter one: Older
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She was getting older, that was for certain. As of late Sesshomaru was finding it harder and harder to refer to Rin as a child.
His ward was growing up, into a rather beautiful young woman he grudgingly admitted. He felt like such a softie, the way he'd always looked after her. A human girl he'd saved on a whim to test his swords powers.
But he could never bring himself to regret his decision.
He supposed every rule had its exception. Every rose had its thorn.
No, that last one wasn't correct, Sesshomaru decided. Rin wasn't a thorn, not at all. She was the softest petal on the damn flower.
She would soon be sixteen, the Demon Lord noticed with a small smattering of shock. If eh went by the fact that she was around seven when he rescued her, judging by the date he met her, she would be sixteen in less than a month.
He looked over at the sleeping girl, the fires light reflecting off her smooth skin, a small smile stretching her lips as she dreamed, a single lock of her soft hair fell into her face.
Before Sesshomaru noticed what he was doing, he reached out a clawed hand and gently moved it.
Rin stirred, her chocolate eyes fluttering open. "Lord Sesshomaru?"
"Hn?" The demon didn't quite know how to react at getting caught red handed.
"Is everything alright?" She asked, pushing herself into a sitting position, her kimono accidentally falling off her shoulder. She blushed cherry red and pulled it back up. "Sorry."
Sesshomaru averted his eyes. "Not a problem. Go back to sleep, Rin. This Sesshomaru will keep watch."
Rin smiled and nodded, laying back down and falling asleep almost instantly.
Sesshomaru watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest and sighed. She was getting older and things were about to get very interesting.