Introduction
"Lord Sesshomaru!"
Her chilling scream resounds around the forest, the eerie ring juxtaposed with the otherwise silent autumn night. His first instinct is to run to Rin's aid, the adrenaline pumping through his veins at the sound of her distressed cry, but the shock he feels as the blade plunges through his chest armor and into his icy heart momentarily paralyzes him.
The demon standing before him chuckles bitterly before everything seems to go silent; time completely stops. Sesshomaru's world begins to spin. Black dots form in front of his eyes. He feels no pain, just nauseated as the overpowering smell of his own blood hits his sharp nose… but how? How could someone like Sesshomaru be put in such a position? 'Is this how I die?' he asks himself. 'So… undignified?' Suddenly, time moves forward again - but this time his senses are heightened, even more so than usual, as the physical, animalistic need to survive sets in. The air, the smell of Rin's tears, the rapid beating of Inuyasha's heart, Jaken's repetitive, shocked blinking, and the sound of Inuyasha's crew gasping in unison pierces his sensitive eardrums.
A light breeze passes by, gathering the crisp, freshly fallen leaves in its gentle embrace. The sound is deafening.
"Pathetic dog. It's about time someone wiped that condescending look off of your face," the wrinkled demon says in its guttural voice, his putrid breath hitting the dog demon's forehead as he spoke. Despite its leathery, skeletal body, the demon is strong. Strong enough to pierce the Lord Sesshomaru with its sword, to make him bleed, to make him bow before him in defeat as his blade punctures him. "I am done playing."
Sesshomaru grunts through his clenched teeth. Though he feels no pain, he is finding it difficult to breathe. "Die," his enemy growls, punctuating the last word as he drives the rest of the blade through his chest with a truly sickening sound, until the hilt of the demon's sword is pressed flush against him. Sesshomaru's body bows forward, his clawed fingers coming up to wrap around the other demon's scrawny wrist. His white hair, stained in deep crimson, splays over his face. His bangs conceal his copper eyes. His blood… warm and sticky… leaving his body, pouring out of him. His grip is light as he feels life begin to abandon him.
"No… no… no…" a familiar voice begins to chant, only feet away from him. "No… Don't leave me. Don't leave me… Don't leave me."
"F-foolish girl. Cry-crying will only humiliate Lord Ses-Sesshomaru more," another familiar voice replies through tears. Jaken. His words come out bitterly, but in reality, he is only trying to console the girl... Rin.
His words fail to quell her emotions as hysteria begins to take over. She grasps the sides of her head as she begins to shake, falling to her knees with a soft thud. He is dead. He has left her and now she has no one. He is dead. Her Lord Sesshomaru. No. No. He can't be. He cannot leave her!
'Has she no faith in my abilities?'
Anger as dark and as red as the blood that mars his flesh washes over him. The sound of Rin's whimpering makes his grip tighten on the filthy demon's wrist. The magenta stripes that highlight his high cheekbones and slender yet sturdy wrists become ragged as the air around him picks up, lifting his white bangs to reveal his raging crimson eyes. A snarl passes through his lips, tight against his white, bared fangs. His poisonous claws glow green and seeps through the demon's skin as his grasp around its wrist tightens. Despite Sesshomaru's growing strength, the demon raises its leg and press the sole of its foot into the dog demon's armored stomach, seemingly unbothered by the poisonous claws digging into it. Using its weathered appendage as leverage, the demon yanks its blood and flesh covered weapon from Sesshomaru's body with all of its might.
The white haired man growls, stumbling back as he covers the wound on his chest with his fingers. His other hand raises before him, claws expanding, fingers rigid, as his transformation begins. His long white hair flows behind him as he crouches, a truly wounded animal. He just barely notices the sound of his half brother unsheathing his sword as he comes to his elder brother's aid, and doesn't even notice that Rin has stopped whimpering.
'Stay out of this, half-breed.' The last coherent thought sweeps through his mind before instinct floods his senses. To kill. That is all the Lord Sesshomaru knows in that moment as his true form emerges.
A/N: I just want to say that I have only recently started rewatching Inuyasha. I have always been infatuated with Sesshomaru. He's so beautiful! But yeah, recently I have been reading a lot of Sesshomaru/older Rin fics and I suddenly had an idea for one of my own! I'm sorry if my writing is a bit rusty, or if some things don't make sense or if the grammar or storryline is wrong! I think if I continue this story I will revise it later on. But please leave reviews and give me honest, constructive criticism! But please don't be mean! I won't be able to take it, haha.
If any of the character seem OOC or whatever please let me know! And hopefully the plot won't be cliche? I don't think it's been done yet… it's a pretty weird idea as some of you will see if I write more chapters… but I don't know, I'm just worried. Just let me know, okay? Erg. Okay, I will shut up now. Thanks for reading!