Ohaithur. This is my second fic, and I actually wrote this as a spur of the moment at midnight, after binging all day on Sessh/Rin fluff and Inuyasha: The Final Act. I'm still not the greatest writer, but I'm always trying to improve! So, I will only continue on with this story if you enjoy it, so please R&R! C:
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Inuyasha, or else I wouldn't be writing a FANfiction.
She awaits him, sitting upon a tree stump freshly cut that morning. They are building yet another hut to accommodate the growing population of the village, now regarded as a safe haven since the slayers of Naraku reside there.
Rin smelled the excitement in the air, the new life, the spring. Flowers surrounded her, filling the wind with the scent of fresh blossoms, greeting her gently by brushing a strand of hair from her face. But she was still melancholy, despite the mood in the air. She waited in the meadow for her lord every month on the full moon, hoping with a heavy heart that he will soon return to her. It had been years since she saw him last, the presents he left always a pleasant surprise that reinstated hope inside her that he was near.
She was now quite a beautiful young lady, though she didn't act it, refusing to wear shoes even in the winter, claiming that it made her feel at one with the earth.
The earth she once spent roaming about with Sesshoumaru.
She suppressed a sigh and hugged her flower-embroidered kimono close, the spring still a new concept as the winter cold had not yet thawed from the land. Being 15 years of age meant that she had taken on more responsibilities, both to the elder miko and to herself; and she was sure that meant that this was the year. The year she would have to choose.
Back in the hut she shared with the miko Kaede and her small kitsune companion Shippo, Rin's mind was still not at ease. She gripped a wooden up in her hand, the once hot tea now a bland, lukewarm shadow of what it once was, neglected by the distraught girl. Distracted, she stared down at the floorboards.
"Aye, what be ailin' ye, young one?," the crone prodded, obviously worried about the girl's mental state.
"Oh!," Rin snapped from her trance, placing her cold leaf-water on the table in front of her, "I was just...thinking about the spring. Many of the villagers will marry and move away, now that the weather is nice."
"I suppose...," came Kaede's reply, eying her curiously, "And what of you, little Rin? Do you dream of being married off and leaving this place?"
Rin was surprised at the woman's suggestion, shaking her head with vigor at the thought. "No, my lady! Rin has no intentions to wed!"
Kaede chuckled as a knowing smile twisted her withered lips, hiding it behind her cup as she lifted it to her mouth to drink.
"And what of Sesshoumaru?"
Rin's cheeks flushed with a hot fire, darkening her sun kissed skin that was tanned by long hours of picking herbs and daydreaming in the meadow. "What of him...?"
"It's been six long years now, my child. He has no doubt been waiting for this moment, when you are of marrying age. So tell me, would you be able to leave this village behind to spend the rest of your days traveling with an inuyoukai?"
Rin swallowed visibly, her eyes since fallen to her lap. Could she leave all of them? Kagome, Inuyasha, Sango, Miroku, and even little Shippo? She had never considered this before, that leaving with Sesshoumaru would mean abandoning her friends—no—family forever. Her head was now swimming, and Lady Kaede took it as an opportunity to give her a few words of wisdom.
"When the time is correct, you will know what to do."