Sessh/Rin... Ramble-fic. Not much point. I'll let you decide what's happened.

Fiction
By Kagura No Baka


fiction n - 1. novels and stories that describe imaginary people and events. 2. something that is untrue and has been made up to deceive people 3. the act of pretending or inventing something such as a story or explanation


Sometimes she thinks she hates fiction, because it seems to be more logical than real life. In fiction, things happen for a reason. There are no 'coincidences', no random luck... in fiction, things are logical. She supposes that's why it's fiction. Not real, never going to happen in life.

Sometimes Rin lives in a fictional world of her own design. Delicately crafted fantasty, based on the legends sometimes whispered at night among adults, of demons and priestesses, of great battles and of scars on her legs and arms...

There are no chance encounters with beautiful taiyoukai in reality... only in her dreams. Rin was born with weak legs, her uncle says. Those strange childhood memories...dreams...of wandering through the woods are pure nonsense, says her uncle... impossible. Unreasonable. Fiction. Vivid.

The brown-eyed girl couldn't contradict him if she wanted to- she doesn't remember much. The village physician says it was the death of her parents, and the 'trauma' that came with witnessing such an awful event, that caused her memories to be suppressed.

Suppressed. Such a foreboding, awful word.

Sometimes she can remember someone's silky baritone speaking that word to her...soothing and sad at the same time.

Sometimes Rin can also recall screaming... and blood, rivers of life's precious flow... But the only outline she can make out is the white-haired, beautiful taiyoukai that lives only in her dreams... and a boy... a dark-haired boy...

The young woman tries to dredge up his name, his face, anything about him and fails, like she fails to find the name of the Taiyoukai...and so many others... a dragon and a toad and a lovely cast of other fictional characters.

Slowly, she runs her fingertips over the scars on her arms, long, thin scars, as if made by a dangerously sharp nail raking through her flesh... from a passionate, over-come lover... or a scratch from a bush, says her uncle. Except she didn't go in the bushes in her youth. A wry smile cuts across her face. In reality, things happen for no apparent reason.

Dark chocolate eyes flicker to the window, the silver cresent a memoir of a fictional relationship crafted in her own subconscious.


I am sorry... I could not protect you... I will make things right, the only way I can... And it means suppressing your memories...


Dreams of battles and of running through the woods, of beautiful taiyoukai, white demons that hold her close with one arm, scraping fangs against her neck... await her the minute she lays her head down to rest. Falling back onto the futon, she shuts her eyes happily, ready to escape into that world again.

Sometimes...she wishes...

But after all, it's only fiction.


Boredom inspires the weirdest things. Typed entirely up here, so don't blame me for spelling errors. Yes, I did cop off Hatori, I'm not that smart!

I do requests for pairings- Leave a review and a pairing you'd like to see, and I'd love to! Leave an email and it'd be even better, as then I'd be able to contact you when I finish! I promise that they won't all be sad- I usually don't write like this...

Reposted: ... Again... to fix more errors. v.v; -I'm a perfectionist, I admit. To Arano Honou and anyone else who's curious, I do have other stories! Plus, I'm looking for a beta now, if anyone's interested...