A/N: Hello, I'm back! It's been awhile and this short one-shot is just, well, practice for me. My writing might be a bit rusty being absent for so long, but I hope you enjoy it. I got my inspiration from a song on the radio called Imaginary. It reminded me a bit of Rin.
I don't own Inuyasha
My Figment of Imagination
Her half-lidded dusky brown eyes watched the puffy white clouds graze slowly across the blue void. In her mind, she molded the puffy shapes into the form of white, billowing hair framing a handsome face with diagonal magenta stripes and a pale blue crescent moon marking in the center of the forehead. His feral golden gaze was transfixed onto her and heat rose from her neck to her face, Soon, the shape fell and the cloud drifted away.
'Lord Sesshoumaru, when will you return?' she wondered sadly. She rolled over to her side and propped her head under her tucked arms. She snuggled in the bed of lilies and watched them bend to the wind's will. All her life, she never once felt belong in her own kind and species. Instead, she felt content following wherever the Taiyoukai and the irritable toad went. Mentally, she vowed to follow them wherever they went, even to death.'
"Rin, are you coming?" a stoic voice asked said girl. Startled, she sat up and turned to confirm the owner's voice. Her lips curled into a happy smile and her eyes stopped at the recent figment of her imagination.
"Lord Sesshoumaru!" she exclaimed with joy, standing up from grassy ground. The wind sent her dark brown hair over her shoulders, but she disregarded it and hurried out.
"Come on, you brazen child! We don't have time for your childish antics!" the toad, Jaken, hollered brashly.
Sesshoumaru didn't say a word, but instead watched his young charge make her way out of the flower bed. To him, she looked like a delicate, rare flower blowing in the breeze. Such an independent, carefree spirit, she was. There was not a doubt in his mind that she would blossom into a beautiful young woman.
"You've returned!" she cried, running into him and wrapping her slender arms around his waist. Her face was buried in his abdomen and he felt stiif as a stone in her embarce. Jaken squawked in protest and started yelling incoherently at Rin.
Rin released him and turned to Jaken. Before the toad had a chance to react, she hugged him. He looked like he'd been shot and Sesshoumaru's lips curved into an ammused smirk.
"Let's go," he commanded, walking away from the two. The looked up at him and followed him with haste. Once again, he heard their risen voices, loud enough to send birds fluttering from their perch in the trees and into the sky.
"I'm not asking you, Master Jaken!"
"Mind yourself, whelp! Haven't your parents taught you any manners?!"
"How would you know? You don't have any either!"
The smirk has yet to leave his face. Although he wouldn't admit it, life with these two gave his life ammusement and a reason to protect. 'Father,' his golden gaze drifted to the sky.
As they faded into the distance, within the sinking sun and darkening sky, the nightflowers bloomed.