Meant to Be

Summary = what happens when Sesshoumaru was the one to initiate the convergence of his life and Rin. SesshoumaruXOlderRin. Rated T. May change to M for future chapters.

Disclaimer = I do not own Inuyasha.. not even a plushie Sesshoumaru but do love to get into that mind of his…when I have time to be still.

[I try to keep the characterization as same as much as possible but this does not follow the manga/anime at all… just my own story line. They both might be slightly OOC].

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Chapter 1: Encountered

The wind howled fiercely as sheets of rain pummeled the earth. Claw-like lightning strikes streaked across the horizon as its sister, thunder, also demanded respect and attention from the hapless inhabitants below.

The lone silhouette of the dog demon lord reveled in the chaos surrounding him. The aura of his own personal youki crackled and a hard, flinty grin barely touched the corner of his lips. He was never one to resist a challenge when it was thrown at him as he pitted his strength against the forces of nature. The ghostly shape of his all-white appearance would have terrorized any passersby as it eerily weaved in and out in the midst of nature's fury. But as it was, he was the only creature who dared to be out in the open when the earth rumbled and threatened annihilation.

So great was his power that not one drop of rain touched the tall, lean frame, shielding him from the unpredictable turbulence of mother Earth. The magnitude of his youki made the silvery hair float wildly around his body. It was not often that he allowed himself to be as untamed as the elements around him. Lord of all he surveyed, calm and deliberateness were his primary emotions to enforce perfect control. But right now, he felt invigorated from the wildness of the night.

The white spectre flitted in and out of the tree lines as bright flashes of lightning sizzled, uprooted and toppled trees and branches, making them dangerous projectiles. His speed so fast that he was almost only a blurred image at times as he yet again thwarted nature its target. It was so exhilarating to be able to let go the stoic persona even for just a few moment.

Sesshoumaru had left his toad servant in a nearby cave. The imp was too frightened of the volatile elements to want to stay out in it with his master. Jaken certainly knew his limits in his "loyalty" to his lord especially when it came down to his personal comforts.

The lord did not care. He allowed Jaken to follow in order for him to do those aggravatingly menial tasks that he could not be bothered with and Jaken followed him for protection and whatever admiration he felt for the powerful lord. Their arrangement was working out rather quite well.

If truth be told, the lord was inwardly relieved that he did not have to deal with the incessant squawking, which no doubt would have risen by several decibels as the imp's fright would have taken hold of him. Sesshoumaru rather faced the elements without the disturbance of Jaken's useless droning. He was free for a brief period of time and he was thoroughly exhilarated keenly watching the horizon lighting intermittently either with the green poison whip or the blue streak of his own Bakusaiga as he elegantly dodged and turned those projectiles into fine dust.

Suddenly, the lord came to a heart-stopping stillness and his breathing deepened as he took in a lungful of oxygen-rich air.

A hint of something quite pleasant yet laced with a faint trace of copper drew his attention and he could almost taste the tang of the blood on the tip of his tongue. His curiosity was roused because he was not able to decipher the owner of that strange scent. Sesshoumaru locked in on this pinprick of blood and began moving in its direction.

What creature would want to be out in the middle of this stormy frenzy when the heavens and earth were openly battling each other? It if were indeed strong despite the faint blood scent, then he was certainly interested to see if it could take on a challenge from the Lord of the West. Somehow, he knew instinctively that this was not the case but he was nevertheless strangely drawn to the scent to find out for himself what it was.

Despite his highly developed senses, it took him several false starts but he finally honed in on his target since the harsh downpour of the rain and the tornadic wind almost but wiped away his prey's trace before his eyes and nose found what they were seeking.

The pathetic, makeshift shelter consisted of some large-leaf branches but was not really a shelter at all and the slight form huddled beneath it attested to its inadequacy.

Personal perception told him that there was no danger to his safety, Sesshoumaru withdrew his youki, making him as drenched as everything under the onslaught of the rain and approached the shivering form. The scent became more pronounced as he came closer and it intrigued him even more.

Something was hurt and frightened.

The combination of the unique fragrance and blood became stronger as he came nearer to the source.

He stopped almost immediately in front of the form and pushed off the branches on top on the huddled figure in one sweeping motion.

TBC

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A/N: I have to apologize in advance but please be aware that updates may not be as quick as some of you may like. I do write when I have time and lately, time is what I do not have. Life and work do tend to do that to us at times.