WARNINGS AND NOTE (READ PLEASE):

This story will include:
Hurt/comfort
Romance
Slight Violence
Minor (15-16 with a 25)

NOTE:

The warnings are what one should expect regardless. I mean come on. This is Sesshomaru and Rin we're talking about :D
I'm not going to trouble you with continuous Author Notes for upcoming chapters.
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"Forever, till you can finally catch me, these memories, images and feelings will plague you!"

The Baron awoke with a gasp as the owl's first calls echoed beside him. He looked up, just how long has that bird been watching him? Better yet what time was it? Sesshomaru laid back down into his bed; mind still reeling from that continuous, horrible dream. Perhaps the owl knew his master was suffering and searching for a remedy. Within a few moments the owl screeched and landed beside the Baron's pillow bobbing his head.

"Am I losing my touch?" Sesshomaru questioned the owl whilst rubbing his head.

The owl smiled with its eyes and echoed a "who" very boldly. Slowly, the bird turned its head towards the veiled portrait on the other side of the massive room; in turn questioned the master of the item.

"Who is behind that veil, you ask? The witch herself in every lifelike painted stroke imaginable." Sesshomaru didn't dare raise his head in the bird's gazing direction. Why he still kept the portrait baffled even him. With the curse the sea witch placed upon him she had probably found it amusing to leave a humanistic trait in his heart. Bafflement. Surprise. How he wished his heart felt little as it did so long ago. Still even after she had dissipated into bubbles he still kept the painting—well in care and with much love as if the woman was there beside him.

The owl let out a sound as if beckoning its Lord to rise and be on his way, for the bird himself saw the way those amber eyes longed after the veiled creature.

"I'll find her Genji. Even if it takes this regency era and the next to do so." The cold tone of Sesshomaru's voice left the owl nodding his head and flying back to the large open cage.

"I will not have my daughter prance around like some wanton nymph!" The Count Grimwood had suffered the latest rebellion of his youngest child in over 24 hours. Fully aware of his child's fear, as he stared her down, his height adding drama, and his usual kindly look turned into freezing ice. How many times had Rin taken a chance—a dangerous chance—with her luck? How many times must the child pull at her Father's hair till he completely lost all reason and whipped the girl's rear like a dog's?

"I merely hugged, Avery, we've known each other since childhood." Rin reasoned softly, her eyes downcast and face turned to the warm fire—perhaps it would be her last warm fire to sit by.

"I could care less if you were his wife in five lives before! An Englishwoman does not nonchalantly go up to a male and give her affection so obviously in front of the ton!" Count Grimwood had thrown his hands onto the arms of the chair, Rin sat in comfortably, and pinned her further into the cushions. Quickly pulling away and rubbing his temples.

"Mother told me back in Japan that regula-"

"We are not in Japan! Quit referring to your Mother's free lifestyle, Rin!" The Count had thrown himself into his liquor and went into a raving brawl at his daughter's attitude, and how she represented the Grimwood title. All the while his voice becoming higher, angrier, colder and loud enough for the servants to hear, even the footmen trembled.

"Rin, why must you worry your Mother more? Why, my child? Is being bedridden not already enough of a hindrance than having your youngest, trample all over London like some snobbish tart?" The mentioning of the Countess had Rin brimming with tears and she profusely wiped them away before her father could complain more about her being.

"Your sister, Kagome, is already married and with two children. Why can-"

Knowing full well of where the words were to be led, Rin stopped her father from saying anymore. Daringly, Rin gave herself up in a sacrifice that would not cost her father but her mother and two sisters.

"Is the offer still open? The one of being the ward of the Baron Rubinstein?" With those few words Rin had signed herself off to heaven knows where in the countryside somewhere near a beach that led to the open sea. Her father had quirked an eyebrow and with that signed a treaty with the devil, of course not knowing the full impact of his hurried decision.

"It's only one year, right?" Rin was hopeful that her absence away from her mother and sisters would not be long, and anymore tremendously stressful.

"If you can convince the Baron of your behavior." His tone wasn't sounding hopeful in her progress, but utterly in laughter if she could even do it.

"Most likely he'll read right through your guise and keep you for another year and a half." The blunt response from Count Grimwood made Rin cringe, and then completely close up from breathing. Her father savored his spirit leisurely taking small sips and then closing his eyes.

"Father, do you hate me so? Even though I love yo-"

"You speak of love? If you truly loved me then you would be married, with child, and submissively serving your husband! Don't speak of love like a useless fling." He threw what was left of the spirit into the fire with all his might and then threw himself back into his chair!

"You'd best be writing a letter to your mother and sisters about your quick leave." The Count disengaged himself from the conversation. On the way out of the study he told the footman to watch his daughter write the letter, making sure she wrote with great emotion and significance.

"Miss, your Fath-"

"I know. He loves me, and his anger is fueled by the spirits he consumes." The footman could only turn his eyes away from the small girl. So long had he watched her flourish into a young lady-seeing her so submissively head towards the guillotine broke his heart.

Within the few moments of writing her letters, Rin answered the silent question her concerned footman held deeply within his mind, "William, if I could be free, perhaps in another life—then I would be."

And without looking up at him or saying anything else, William, excused himself to ready his young Mistress's things.

"My Lord Sesshomaru, I hope that someday you will be able to catch me."

With that the siren tuned into clear glistening bubbles, her voice held within the transparent circles.
If one were to strain their ears then truly, one would be able to hear her singing sadly for the man she lost yet forever knew would be her undoing...