So, I obviously didn't write Inuyasha.
And Away We Go
Rin could sense the demon's presence. She stopped walking, to feel how close it was. Too close. She leapt up into the tree branches, landing in a low crouch on one.
She was wearing all black. The top had long sleeves, ending around her wrist, while a small triangular strip of fabric covered the back of her hand, held up by a strip around her middle finger. The top was a dress, which was ankle length. It had long slits all the way up to the top of her legs, exposing the black skin tight leggings. The leggings were like the hands, in the way that they ended at her lowest knuckle in her toes, only to have a small triangle reach in between her big and longest toe, to meet with the edge on the other side(kind of like a flipflop). The top was triangle cut all the way down to her navel in the back, and to the base of her back in the back. Her pitch black hair was all the way down to her butt.
She alabaster skin was a stark contrast to her black attire. Her face had matured since she was younger, her brown eyes glowing with anger. Her bust had filled out, as was shown by her low cut shirt. Her whole body was lean muscles, as was rare in the feudal era. She glanced down, just as the demon passed near her. She could see his waist length silver hair, and she grinned. Demon's had sensitive scalps.
She leapt quickly to the demon, gripping its hair as she passed.
Sesshoumaru was heading home to his empty castle. One of his scouts had seen a demon heading toward a village, and he rushed to protect his lands. The demon was pathetic, but Sesshoumaru was glad to get out. Since he had left Rin with Sango, he had been shrouded in silence.
As he walked, he felt a familiar presence, but could not place it. Either way, he felt no need to worry. Nothing could surprise him anyways. At least, that's what he thought. He felt a ripping pain shoot through his scalp, before he was practically dragged to the ground. He growled, reaching behind him, to the body pressed against his back. When he felt a katana against his neck, he nearly laughed. He grabbed the head of who ever was behind him, and whipped them around his body, smashing the person onto the ground.
Rin lay sprawled on the ground, waiting for the demon to approach. Once he did, she would use her powers to force him to the ground, and then behead him. It would be simple. Another demon would be dead.
"Rrrin" The name practically ripped its self out of Sesshoumaru's throat, and her head jerked up to look at him.
"Seshoumaru-sama…" He stood over her, and she wasn't sure what to think. He reached down and grabbed her arm, almost ripping it out of its socket as he pulled her up to look at him. He stared into her chocolate brown eyes. She looked mildly haunted. His Rin was haunted. He hated it. He pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She could feel his chest rumbling, in contentment.
"When this Sesshoumaru left you with that taiiji he did not think she would turn you into one of them." Sesshoumaru gripped her tighter, and was shocked when she shoved out of his arms, only because he did not release her. She had forced her way out of his arms.
"I can do whatever I want, Lord Sesshoumaru. You made it clear you did not care years ago. If you cross my path again, I will kill you." Her voice was music to his ears, but her words tore at him. She turned away from his, lodging her katana into the sheath on her back. He growled at her disrespect, stalking behind her. He grabbed her arm, and attempted to pull her back, only to have her yank her arm back.
"This is your last warning." This time he grabbed her hair, pulling her back roughly. She yelped in pain, before she fell on her ass in front of him. She looked up, over her shoulder, to Sesshoumaru hovering over her back.
"You will show respect to this Sesshoumaru, Rin, or you will be punished. Even now you are an insolent child." She grinned maliciously, before she gripped his wrist attached to her hair. As she pulled his wrist forward, she slammed her back into his chest, leaning forward at the same time, throwing him over her shoulder. His back slammed into the ground, and her bare foot connected with his throat, pressing it into the ground.
"Rrrin" Her name was a roar from his throat. She hesitated. In two seconds, she was on the ground, pinned under Sesshoumaru's lean body. She screamed in frustration, writhing under his body. He grabbed both her hands in one of his, pinning them above her head.
"You are being stupid, Rin." Sesshoumaru was growing impatient with her. Her chest was heaving with her heaving breathing, and he could see something on her skin under her clothes. Sesshoumaru's free hand gripped the hem on the right side of her collar bone, ripping it off. Hidden under the clothes were tattoos. Her whole body was covered with a single tattoo. It wound in and out of itself. Sesshoumaru continued ripping the clothes, down her arm, exposing more and more tattoo. He was in shock. What did she do to her perfect skin? While he was angry at her marring her body, he could not help but become aroused by it. He ripped all the clothing off her right arm and shoulder, before Rin conjured a barrier, shoving his body off hers. She sat up, panting, holding her top onto her breast. When Sesshoumaru looked back at her, her sleeve was completely restored.
"Rin will come with this Sesshoumaru." His mind was made up, and before she could object, she was thrown over his shoulder, and he was walking toward his western land castle. She did not object, just laid limply across his back. She took in his familiar scent, felt the rhythm of his familiar walk, and felt like she was at home. Rim couldn't stop the feeling of pure happiness of being with Sesshoumaru again.
Sesshoumaru had left Rin with Sango when she turned ten, and for a while she was sad. In a few years though, she turned angry. He left her there, to rot. Living with the demon slayer, she had many encounters with demons trying to destroy them. Her doll was destroyed in a battle, and though it was childish to be upset, she vowed never to loose anything to a demon again. She started training at thirteen, and completed the training by sixteen. Sango passed away during child birth ten years after Rin had completed the training, and Rin went to a dark miko. She traded a very expensive jewel with the miko for her powers. The miko tattooed the magic into her skin. She could sense demons. She had intense strength. She could create barriers. Her life was extended to that of a demon's, and she would never age again. She could also control the clothing on her body, the clothing forming from the black stone embedded in her lower back. The only places on her body not tattooed were the places exposed by her clothing.
Sesshoumaru felt Rin fall asleep, and relaxed, knowing she would not attack. Jaken would not be happy to see he had taken in a stray, maybe not until he saw it was Rin. Sesshoumaru shifted her into his arms, so he was holding her bridal style. He couldn't help but notice how calm she looked while asleep. Awake, her eyes were on fire. It was almost as if she had really wanted to kill him. He couldn't shake the uneasiness he felt about her new personality. She had always been so bubbly.
When Rin woke up she was in her room at the castle. Her futon sheets were silk, made in the design of her old kimono (the one she wore in the series). She walls were plastered with pictures she had drawn as a child. She stood slowly, noticing her room had not been changed at all since the last time she was there. She walked around her room, examining each picture. There were many of her and Sesshoumaru and a few of Jaken; she even saw one of Au-Uhn. All the others were of flowers. Of course, they all looked like they had been drawn by a child.
Rin exited her room, looking down the halls. Nothing in the whole castle had changed. Like clock-work, a maid came to her door within seconds of her exiting.
"Lady Rin," The maid bowed low, "I was told to escort you to the bath."
"Thank you, but I know the way. I will require a towel, however." And with that, Rin turned her back to the maid, making her way down the hall. After a few twists and turns, Rin found the springs. The castle had basically been built around them, hundreds of years before. She pulled aside the covering of the door, and entered into the steamy room. She paused, and her clothes seemed to pull off her body backwards, swirling into the stone on her lower back. Her body tingled with power, as it always did.
Rin stepped into the water, letting the warmth flow through her body. It had been years since she had been in a hot spring. Most of her bathing was done in cold shallow streams. The last time she was in the castle, she had been too small to bath on her own. A maid usually accompanied her, and scrubbed her body as she splashed around. Even for Youkai, she had been a handful. She swam to the other side, reaching out for the soap. She had just reached it when it was swiped away. She growled, looking up, to see Sesshoumaru standing over her, in only a thin white robe.
Rin swam backward, away from the looming figure. He smirked, pulling off his robe and submerging into the water. Rin barely saw anything, because of the steam, and she couldn't figure out if she was glad or not. As Sesshoumaru approached her, she could not help but notice the contours of his chest. His whole chest was taunt with abdominal muscles. Suddenly, he was standing right in front of her. She could see him looking over her body, and at the moment, she didn't care.
"Rin, do you need help bathing?" Even though the fog made it almost impossible to smell anything, Sesshoumaru could clearly smell Rin's arousal. He noticed that even her breasts were covered with the black swirling tattoo, and he couldn't help but want to swirl his tongue over every curve of it. Seeing Rin was a mature woman was almost impossible to bear. He had never expected Rin to fill out the way she had. When she was younger her only beauty had been in her energy. Otherwise, she was a rather plain girl.
"Of course, Lord Sesshoumaru." Sesshoumaru smirked, moving even closer to Rin. Sesshoumaru stood right in front of Rin, their chests just barely touching. Sesshoumaru could feel Rin's body reacting against him. He lifted his hand to her arm, tracing her tattoo with his claw. They both stared at his hand, moving his way up her arm, across her collar bone, and over the skin just above her breast. He moved his hand to cup her breast, and within seconds, she was shoved the rest of the way across the spring, pressed up against the wall. Sesshoumaru's skin covered every inch of hers. He captured her lips with his. He cupped her butt with his other hand, pulling her up so he didn't have to lean forward. Rin wrapper her legs around Sesshoumaru's waist, pulling herself up with her arms, that were now wrapped around his neck. Rin could feel Sesshoumaru's length pressed against her, and she moaned into his mouth.
Suddenly, Sesshoumaru shoved Rin off him, and moved away. Rin fell into the water, and it took her a minute to clumsily stand up. All of her hair was soaked, clinging to her body. Sesshoumaru turned his back to her, just as a maid knocked on the door jam.
"Lord Sesshoumaru, your meal is ready and waiting in your room, as is Lady Rin's." The maid sounded nervous, and made no move to even enter the room.
"You may go now. We will come when we are ready." The maid scuttled away from the room and down the hall. Sesshoumaru kept his back turned to Rin, and had started lathering his body with the soap.
"Sesshoumaru-sama, it is rude to ignore your guests." As suspected, he continued to pretend like she was not there, even as she moved closer to him. He was completely shocked when her hand gripped his hair, pulling him backward. He tipped over, growling at the pain in his scalp.
"Well, Sesshoumaru-sama, are you ready to come?" Rin straddled him in the water, her grip on his hair still tight. Her hand trailed over his body, and she smirked at him. She pressed her center over his stomach, before slowly sliding down his body. She positioned herself over him, pressing his head to her opening. When he made to move, she pulled on his hair, making him growl in frustration. His eyes were clouded over in lust, and he groaned as she moved down. When he was barely an inch into her, she stopped, her back arched, her eyes closed. He could feel her contracting around him, and he could barely stand it.
Before he even knew what was happening, she was off him and out of the spring. She shook her hair, sending water all over the place. Within seconds, her body was covered in the black outfit, and she was out the door. Rin made it to the first turn towards Sesshoumaru's chamber when he let out an earsplitting roar. She smirked, and continued toward her breakfast.
Word Count: 2379
Please review. I'd like to know if anyone wants me to continue, or if it was just so horrible no one wants to read it again.
