Majorspoils if you haven't read the magna!! This fic takes place seven years after the magna finishes. So please don't PM me saying why in the world I spoiled the ending.

I'm in a very sad mood now that I know Inuyasha has officially come to an end. Frankly I'm not satisfied with the ending, but what's a girl to do? Anyways, I how you like and that you'll be so kind as to review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. All rights belong to Rumiko Takahashi.

A Flower of His Own

Seven years. That is how long it has been since the affair of Naraku and the Shikon no Tame has finally come to end. The jewel destroyed and the half demon who had strived through the course of hate and deceit is no more. All and everyone have changed. And so has she. She is no longer that little girl he had brought back to life so long ago. She has blossomed into such a lovely young woman, a pretty flower. His flower.

Rin.

It had been hard to give her up to the care of the old miko Kaeda after the events mentioned above. He knew she needed to be with her own kind and not with him, but that did not mean it did not hurt him. It shouldn't have affected him so much, yet he had grown to love the child and care deeply for her. Now as he stood there at the edge of the village where his brother, wife, friends, and Rin lived, he couldn't help but muse what was to become of Rin.

She was beautiful; just like the rarest flower. She was a flower in his eyes. She was bright as the sun, as delicate as glass and oh so beautiful like the moon, sun, and stars. She may have grown into a woman but her innocence never left her. Her smiles were the same and those large deep brown eyes sparkled with youth and life.

Placidly he waited under the same tree which Inuyasha had been sealed to and released from, and waited for her. She was currently in the midst of learning how to tend to wounds and pick herbs to make medicines. Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and took a deep breath and could smell various aromas in the air, the most overpowering one was her scent. She smelt like lilies and lavender with a touch of spring roses. It was a pleasant scent which he looked forward at each of his visits.

A frown creased the taiyoukai's lips. His visits had begun to dwindle and now he was only able to come see how she was doing once a month, something he was not at all pleased with. His duties as lord of the west had limited his visits from at first being every once a week to once a month if he had any time to spare.

Yet even when overwhelmed with work and duties Sesshoumaru set it all aside and made the special sojourn to see Rin. On each of his visits he brought a gift for her. Over the years those gifted transformed into more lavish and expensive presents until Rin had abashedly that he shouldn't be bringing her such beautiful things. He hadn't understood her at first. But as he saw all the gifts he brought for her were making her embarrassed and uncomfortable, he at last settled to bring her instead something which he knew she would not refuse and take great joy in.

A flower.

And he had been right. She had loved the flowers he brought her on each of his trips then those lavish and expensive things he gave to her. She was a simple girl and loved the beauty of nature more then the rarest gems and stones.

For today's meeting he had picked an amethyst aquilegia from the palace's garden he had for some time now thought she would like. His eyes suddenly fluttered open when he heard her running from his brother's hut and coming towards him. He stood erect and watched as she neared. She was smiling cheerfully and waving her hand.

"Lord Sesshoumaru! I'm so glad you came. I thought you forgot about me!" Rin cried happily as she came to a stop in front of the intimidating lord of the west. Sesshoumaru looked at her and grunted.

He could never forget her, not even if he wanted to. She was chiseled into his mind and he preferred it that way.

"I've had much to do, Rin that is why I haven't come to see you sooner." The taiyoukai said, calmly.

"Is that for me, Lord Sesshoumaru?" Her large brown eyes rested on the amethyst aquilegia still in his hand. Sesshoumaru looked down at the flower and gave to her without the slightest bit of emotion.

"It is." Was all he said.

Rin took it from him, their hands lightly brushing and held it to her breast as if it were a precious diamond. But this gift held more value to her then any piece of jewelry or gem could ever have. Her smile grew and she wanted to hug him, but she knew better then to intrude on her lord's personal space. So instead she settled for bringing it to her nose and smelling it. She made a pleased sound and giggled, the petals tickling her nose.

"It's beautiful! Thank you Lord Sesshoumaru!" Rin said, sincerely happy with her flower. It meant so much to her.

As she looked dreamily at her gift, Sesshomaru drank in her appearance. She was wearing one of the kimonos he had bought for her and it fit her nicely. Her long chestnut hair was grabbed to one side like she used to wear when she was little. And even now she chose to go about bare footed then wear sandals like the other villagers. The sleeves of her kimono were rolled up as if she had been working. Her fingers were starting to become callus, something Sesshoumaru did not like.

"What do they have you do Rin that have caused their hands to form calluses?" Sesshoumaru questioned while managing to say it without hinting at any emotion. Rin looked from the amethyst petals of the aquilegia and giggled.

"I've been helping Kagome-sama and the others around the village." Rin replied, innocently.

"Hm, but what precisely do they have you do, Rin?" Sesshoumaru enquired, hoping he had been clearer.

Rin titled her head to the side and stared to the field where a villager was ushering an ox to plow the earth. She pointed at the scene and said, "I help pick up the harvest and," here she looked back at him and resumed with a smile, "I help Kagome-sama tend to those sick and injured."

For a moment a pang of annoyance and anger crossed Sesshoumaru's golden eyes at his brother's wench's insolence of having Rin's pure hands soiled with blood. It was but a second and it passed. He resumed an air of dispassion and grunted once more.

"At first I didn't like it, but Kagome-sama told me it was important for me to learn how to tend to the sick and wounded in case if anything happened I might know what to do." Rin explained, returning her gaze to her flower.

"But you have grown use to the sight of blood, then?" Sesshoumaru felt compelled to know how she felt. Rin again tore her eyes from the delicate flower and locked eyes with her lord.

She hesitated before she said, "I don't like the sight of blood. It makes me sad and reminds me of all the times when I use to see you, Sesshoumaru-sama bleeding. Rin… was so scared that Sesshoumaru-sama might die and Rin couldn't do anything to stop the bleeding. Rin thought she was useless to you." She lowered her gaze and Sesshoumaru could pick up the scent of tears. She was crying and her shoulders began to tremble.

He could not bear to see her crying, much less because of him. Sesshoumaru did something that surprised them both. He lifted her chin with a long elegant finger and made her look into his eyes. Only for her did his expression at the rarest times soften to offer her some comfort as he did now.

"You were never useless to me, Rin. You could never be." Sesshomaru felt the strange impulse to kiss his young ward, but he checked him and quickly let his finger return to his side and he took a step away from her. He turned his head from her and looked to the distance. He needed to stare at anything else but those moist brown eyes of hers. He needed to get away. Quickly before he did something he would regret.

"I must go." He at last said. He turned in the direction of west and was prepared to take his leave. She jumped and cried sadly, "So soon, Sesshoumaru-sama? But you just got here? Do you have a lot to do?"

"I do." She was making it hard for him to leave. The longer he stayed the stronger it seemed his emotions regarding her seemed to grow in strength and became perplexing.

"Do you promise to come next month if you have time?" She asked hopefully.

For his own sake, he stole a look over his shoulder and looked at her from the corner of his eye. He gave a grumble informing her he would and he was gone without another word or glance. She stood looking after him with her lovely amethyst aquilegia in hand. It pained her each time to have to be left behind and watch him go. But she would wait like she always did. She would wait how ever long she had to for him. And perhaps next time she would be able to confess her true emotions to him finally. She could only hope he would return them.