Title: Ghost
Genre: Inuyasha
Rating: PG
Pairing: Rin/Sesshoumaru (sorta)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. SORRY.
A/N: Hella old fic that I found lurking on my lj. I read it and was so amazed that I actually wondered if I was the one who wrote this because I enjoyed it so much.
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She remembered the first time she saw him, so pale and perfect, white beauty marred only by a red stain. She had thought he had been a ghost, waiting for her to come so he could take her away from it all.
She tried to be afraid, but it just wasn't working. She knows that he is her end.
Then, the wolves come, and she's scared. But its alright, because she knows he will be there in the end, looking down at her. And it comes true.
He is her guide to the afterlife, the provider for a lost child. He is the one that saves her from half-men and witch women, and she wonders how she ever survived without him (She didn't, remember?).
He's teaching her to live again (irony) and her heart swells and begins to beat once more. She looks at him and it does it again and again, and she reaches for him, but she thinks he cannot feel it (She's wrong.). Her arms wrap around him in fear, and, gently, he pries her lose (but that's only when she's awake). When he sleeps he sleeps the sleep of death, whole, silver, and sacred. The perfect tomb for a restless spirit. She tries to sleep like him, but she's all screams and thrashes, nightmares and fears. It is only when he lays a hand on her head that she quiets. He helps her push her fear away, and like the fallen tree, helps new shoots shine in the sunlight.
Years pass and she has gone from bare foot to bare-faced, all open grins and emotion-filled eyes. She's never felt more alive and she possibly aches from the joy of it all. Gone is the soft child with rough feet and in her place is a grown woman with the same spirit, all satin slippers stained with mud. She begins to step tentatively back into a world, all silent steps and graceful movements, just like her (heart) protector.
She is equally deadly with a blade or a fan, and he isn't surprised when she receives many suitors and he receives (competition) headaches. She laughs and simpers, but always turns back to check if he's there... She knows not to point out that she can see right through him and simply smiles at him.
The light hits her, and in the blinding light of her vivacity, he comes undone, and he fades from sight.
She has learned her part well. So has he. Well enough to know when he is no longer needed (when he is no longer safe from her.).
She turns to see if her protector is doing what he has done for years, only to see empty space.
She turns to laugh at something witty said, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.
She wonders if he was ever there to begin with.
But its alright, because she knows he will be there in the end, looking down at her.
Fin.