Hi People! This is my first Inuyasha fanfic! But it's not really about Inuyasha. This fic is SessRin. I hope you like it! ~Raven

Seventeen-year old Rin looked at the daisy chain she was weaving and sighed. She was just about to get engaged to one of the many young men in her village. None of them which she had feelings for. Soon, she would have to choose one of them and move away. She sighed again, and thought of her beloved white-haired demon caretaker. Oblivious like any other young guy (or young looking guy, in Sesshomaru's case ), Sesshomaru did not know that his adopted ward had feelings for him. Although he was like a father to her, he probably only thought of her as his daughter. Nothing more. Rin sighed wistfully again.

She picked another daisy and picked off its petals. She thought about the good times she had with Lord Sesshomaru. She went through all the memories, like when she was taken in by the demon and his servant Jaken. The times when Sesshomaru would buy her presents. The sadness in his usually emotionless face when he realized she was growing up and needed a husband. Little did Rin know that on the other side of her beloved's garden was the lord himself, thinking similiar thoughts.

Sesshomaru looked at the orange rose he had picked. It reminded him of his Rin, who would go away from him soon. He sighed mentally (never physically!) He had never dreamt of the time when his Rin would be growing up. Most of the time, he would enjoy her company as the cute and naive little girl who wasn't one bit afraid of him. How he missed those times! He walked over to where Rin was kneeling and gently tapped her shoulder. "My lord," Rin said, and straightened up. It wouldn't do for her to ruin her delicately slim figure.

"Rin," Sesshomaru started," have you chosen anyone suitable yet?", secretly hoping she'd say no. He wanted to spend all the time he could with his Rin while she was still single.

As if on cue, Rin said "No, my lord." Sesshomaru was relieved. Time seemed to stand still as the two lovers looked into each other's eyes.

Rin wiped her tears for the umpteenth time and reapplied her rice powder make-up again. She was at the village headman's house, to stand before oodles of the village's young, handsome and rich men waiting for her to select one of them for her hand in marriage. They boasted and bragged that they would have her hand in marriage, whether Rin liked it or not. Rin was not only the prettiest girl in the village, but she was also the kindest, talented, and bravest one. No wonder why so many men gathered before her.

Rin looked over the crowd of men before her, who drooled at her beauty and delicate curves. But she wouldn't look at any one in the eye. After all, they seemed to love her for her appearence. She searched the many faces and turned away. At this gesture, the ceremony was over. The suitors exited the hut, grumbling that she would have to choose one of them soon. Rin broke down again and ran to her room, only to bump into Sesshomaru. He sniffed her face and saw the tear tracks down her flawless cheeks. "Rin," he said,"you have been weeping."

"No, Lord Sesshomaru, not at all", she answered, hastily wiping her tears away."Nothing of the like."

"Liar", he stated. Then he smiled. Since he realized that Rin needed a husband, his smiles became rarer. Rin grinned too, and without thinking, she kissed Sesshomaru near his mouth, then ran off to bed.

Sesshomaru put his hand on his cheek and smiled his not-so-rare-anymore smile.