Summery: Rin Destoria was once a well loved happy girl until her mother mysteriously disappeared. Her father, a exiled demon, sinks into a drunken rage and abuses Rin to no end. Rin became a mute, quiet child, a shadow of her former self. Until one night at the hospital she encounters a pure blood silver haired demon. He reluctantly begins to care for the silent girl but what is she hiding? Rin's father becomes more violent by the day so will the silver haired demon save Rin before she is destroyed by her own father?
Crash. Rin ducked as a beer bottle hit the wall just above her head. Her father stood in the doorway, a lewd look on his face and his hazed over green eyes looked over his body, "come here girl!" he demanded.
Rin whimpered and cowered in the corner. She wanted her mommy. Mommy always made daddy stop drinking but mommy hadn't come home in a long time and had left her to her drunken father.
Her father came over and dragged her up by her long black hair. Rin cried out as he slapped her, his football ring slicing right beside her mouth. Her father then took her by the throat and slammed her against the wall.
He then proceeded to rip off her clothes. Rin tried to jerk away, to get away some how. He hit her again only this time in her stomach. Then he proceeded to rape her. Later her father left with a shake of his head, "you not even a good fuck.
Go fetch me some beer." For a few moments Rin curled up in a ball in that corner and rocked her abused body, whimpering to any God that listened for something, someone to take this pain away. Then she got up to get her father a beer and went to clean up the blood on the floor and herself.
Two years later
"Rin, can I see you after class?" Rin turned her silver eyes up to the perky teacher in front. She gave a nod and returned to her drawing. This would go after the second chapter in her story.
Rin hated reality so she wrote and drew pictures to go along with the stories. It was her only way out of her pain filled life she called hell. The bell rang and she winced at the volume.
She had been cursed with sensitive hearing, sight, scent, touch, and taste. She also knew why. She was a demon. A hybrid black Inu-demon and Ice demon to be exact but she didn't dare let it out.
She had once, just once and she had lost control. She had killed the intruders that had broken into her and her father's apartment but that lack of control had scarred her. Never again. She walked up to the teacher's desk and waited for her to speak.
Ever since that day two years ago she hadn't spoke or uttered a single word or noise. No one knew what happened to her and her silence unnerved the adults. Ms. Marly cleared her throat and began under that emotionless gaze,
"Well Rin we have noticed your silence lately and we thought it would be good for you to volunteer at the hospital." Rin shook her head. She couldn't stand people and didn't associate with them unless she had to.
Ms. Marly made a quick move with her hands, "no not dealing with the patients since you seem to have an aversion to them now, but helping the janitors afterwards like mopping the floors and doing dishes and what not.
You need the extra curricular points for your diploma and we think it might make you come out of your silence. So how about it Rin?" Rin contemplated. Janitors worked at night, which would mean she would not have to be home with her drunken father and having to listen to him smashing bottles against the wall or fucking God knows how many whores.
And she was used to labor so it would give her something to do and get her out of that God-awful house. Slowly Rin nodded and the teacher looked like she was going to hit the wall.
She beamed at Rin and drew the papers, "just have your father sign these and you can start tomorrow at 9." Rin took the papers and left. Her father didn't give a damn about her so Rin would forge the signature and start that night.
Rin was mopping the ICU unit tonight. She had been volunteering for a week now and loved it. She didn't have anything to do with the patients and was left pretty much to her own devices. She silently swept the hall and got to the end.
There was a new patient tonight she mused. She quickly brushed the new comer out of her mind as she continued mopping the floor. She hadn't been home for more than five minutes at a time in the past week.
She had also decided that this was the best decision she had ever made. Her father never noticed her absence and between school, her part time job at the library, and volunteering at the hospital she had time to stop for a shower at home and to grab some clothes with her school things before she was out the door.
Rin took clothes to the hospital with her school things under the pretense of doing homework, which was partially true. She finished any homework she hadn't been able to finish at the library when she got a break and she also changed and took a shower before heading directly to school after her shift was over.
The less time she had to spend at home the better. As Rin was cleaning up the mop she heard a slight moan from the newbie's room. At first she merely passed it off as a nightmare or some dull pain but it continued so she placed the mop against the wall and hesitantly walked to the cracked open door of room 314.
Rin peered inside to see the most gorgeous man she had ever seen laying on the bed, asleep, with bloodstains on his clothes. From what she gathered from her brief examination he had injured his arm and it somehow had gotten caught in the rail on his bed. It had torn something and was bleeding rather badly.
Most of the doctors were up a few floors since ICU patients were given some peace unless a new one came in. Rin knew a lot about medical care since she had to administrate it to herself often.
Silently she crept into the room and gathered some bandages and gauze with some antiseptic. She really didn't know if she should be doing this but at the moment she really didn't care.
The man was asleep; his silver blue hair sprawled around him in nasty nappy knots. Rin had a fleeting urge to comb that mass but quickly suppressed it. His face was rather pale and beaded with sweat.
His eyes moved restlessly beneath his lids as he fought the pain or his own personal demons she didn't know. She suppressed her aura and scent, something she could do without losing control and came in handy when dealing with any sort of magical creature, whether it be demon, half-demon, miko, or monk, they wouldn't be able to identify her unless she wished it.
This one was a pure demon. She had not come across a true pure demon in a long time. Quietly she sat the things on the small counter beside the bed and gently took hold of his bloodied arm.
She had started to move it away from the rail when his other hand came out of nowhere and grasped her wrists. She looked up into glowing gold eyes and met them head on. She indicated his bloodied arm and the bandages with a pointed look that clearly said, 'you could just lay here in pain or you could let me help you'.
The man stared into her eyes a little longer then slowly let go of her wrists. Gently she drew the bloodied arm away and laid it down on some towels she had collected to get the blood.
She gently took the bandages away and gave herself points for not wincing. The wound was where his shoulder and upper arm connected and it was a bloody mass of blood and straining staples.
By the look of it he had nearly had his arm severed and it was holding on by a few muscles and tendons. She remained focused on her work as she cleaned the area, letting the man see all of what she was doing and using, dumping on some antiseptic and she gave him a few points when he only hissed but didn't move.
Then she put on some gauze and the wrapped it snugly with bandages to help stop the bleeding. The sheets had been spared from the blood loss so most of it had dripped onto the floor.
Making sure that he was comfortable she went and got a few rags and some bleach. She quickly cleaned the area, hating the smell of the bleach to her sensitive nose, and when she finished it looked as if he had never bled. She made to leave when the man's hand shot out and captured her wrist again.
He stared directly into her silver eyes as he asked in a low husky tone, "are you a nurse?" Rin debated briefly lying and decided not to. She shook her head and gestured to the mop outside the door.
The man raised an eyebrow, "a volunteer that can do all that? Not something you see everyday. Why did you help me instead of going to get those damn doctors?" Rin shrugged.
In truth she hated seeing anything in pain and helped whenever she could since more often than not she was in pain herself. The man's queer eyes narrowed, "why do you not speak?" She just shook her head again and the man asked, "Are you mute?"
She shrugged again and quickly slipped out of his grasp and darted out to the hallway. She grabbed the mop and bucket and got out of the ICU to finish some homework and maybe grab a few hours of sleep if she was lucky.
Sesshomaru watched the little silver-eyed woman dart out of his room and he wondered. Why had she helped him when she could have gone to a doctor?
It would have saved her time and energy, though he had to admit what she had done felt a whole lot better now than when those damn doctors had pumped him full of drugs. She hadn't even cringed when she had seen the extent of his wounds.
He wondered who she was and since she was a volunteer how she knew how to do that so efficiently. He mentally shrugged and closed his eyes, happy that now he wasn't in that much pain, and drifted off to a sleep that was filled with sad, weary silver eyes.
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