I will only say it once here, I do not own Inuyasha.

Thick red blood was slowly dripping down from her right wrist as her body was hoisted limply in midair by invisible threat. Her head tilt backward letting her long raven hair freely flow down her back. Her pretty face looked peaceful. She was in a fine rich silk kimono that a normal village girl could never afford.

"Will you remember me when I die?" she recalled her own childish voice asking her demon lord years ago. A small smile appeared on her pink lips at the memory because she knew he would not forget her.

He even followed her to hell to retrieve her dead body. That fact made her happier than anything that could be compared.

She was happy. She had lived her life to the fullest. She had had a second chance to life, a third one even. She had true friends who loved her and cared for her as if she were their own family. She had her lord who was willing to risk his life to protect her.

A present girl unwanted by anyone she was, she was a somebody when she met him. She was lucky.

Everyday had been filled with joys and laughter of happiness since he took part in her life.

So even if she had to die today, she would have no regret.

It was happening too fast. It was just like any other normal sunny summer day when suddenly the atmosphere became eerily silent. To investigate, she rushed out to check and see what was going on. It was partly her duty now that Inuyasha and Kagome were away. Sango and Miroku also went on a trip to visit and pay respect to her demon slayer hometown's death anniversary. Kaeda was called to a nearby village to tent for the sick. So Rin was left in the village.

Rin grew up surrounded by powerful friends, demon slayers, priestesses, as well as a monk, who had been working on exorcising demons. She even had demon protectors. So she had learned a few tips of self-defense and did not plan to get caught.

However, once she was outside of her hut, an old, skinny, wrinkling demoness was standing alone in the desert village. She looked about seventy in human ages. A smile plastered on her scrawny face and displayed her small many sharp teeth.

It had become unnaturally silence. Not even a bird dared to chip. The demoness pointed a thin, bony, long finger at Rin as soon as she spotted the girl. She was eyeing the girl sharply as if judging merchandise.

"You are a pretty one," her creepy husky voice sent shills throughout Rin's entire body raising goose booms. "My puppet collection."

Rin was not about to give in without putting up a fight but before she knew it, she was already caught. Invisible strings were tightening around her like a spider weaving its web and she was soon hoisted up into the air. The more she struggled, the tighter it became. She felt a sharp pain cutting her right risk, a grasp escaped her mouth, and soon she felt warm blood oozing out of the wound.

"You are mine now child," the old demoness sneered in contentment and soon burst out into a fist of laughter, making her already wrinkling face wrinkled even more, "My sweat little threats are soak with poisons. Soon you won't even remember how to breathe. Just give up fighting, pretty one. Your body is now mine."

Rin could feel darkness slowly crept into her mind. She looked up at the clear blue sky. It looked so peaceful. She wondered if Sesshomaru was looking up at the same sky somewhere too.

It wasn't so bad, she comforted herself. She had lived life to the fullest. She had lived a life full of joy.

Her only regret was that she would not be able to see him before she go. Her lord, Sesshomaru.

It had been three years since his last visit. He had been visiting her often, but slowly decreased and stopped all together when she was fourteen. Of course he was a busy man, she understood. But she had missed him. Every day she was thinking of him. Waiting for him.

She felt lightheaded; her strength was diminshed, her eyelids were closing against her will. Darkness consumed her vision, but she willed herself to be strong. To say that she wasn't afraid of death would be a lie. Even after she had already died twice, it was still petrifying.

But what was more terrifying than death to her was the fact that she would never see her lord again. She felt her heart being crushed at the thought. Too painful for her to bear.

Suddenly all the reasons came broken. All the peace in her mind disturbed. She wanted to see him. All the longing she had restrained herself for the past three years bursting like a volcano eruption. The need to see him was overflowing.

She wanted to see him even if only for a minute. She did not want to die like this, without him by her side. She wished see him. She wanted to see him. She'd do anything, anything as long as she could see him one more time. Even if she had trade it with her own life. She wished to see him.

She'd trade anything.

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"Anything?" responded a deep voice inside the vast of darkness.

"Anything," she repeated before her entire world was consumed in a dark plume.

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Syao Blossoms, thanks for helping me with the grammars.

This was my first inu fanfic, but i decided to rewrite it. I tried my best to avoid cheesiness, but it seems like i ran right into it. Let me know what you think and reviews please.