Disclaimer: I do not own any of Rumiko Takahashi's Inuyasha characters or Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata's Death Note characters.
Note: This will be a crossover with Death Note, but will mostly involve our favourite couple. Sess/Kag!!
Chapter One
A Loss
The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
Beat. Beat. Beat.
Beat. Beat. Beat...
Just like any other day the daiyoukai's young, ever cheery ward was happily running around the thriving flowery field. As any young girl would do, Rin was attempting to confiscate every single amethyst coloured orchid – that had ever held the ill-fated chance of living among the earth's surface – growing around her.
Two aggravated, dim yellow eyes stared at the frolicking child. With an irritated puff he moaned, "Foolish child, must you always be so bothersome to our great lord?" The stumpy toad gave out a ferocious glare, but it must have made him look constipated since the child in question broke into a smile.
"Jaken-sama, are you mad because Sesshoumaru-sama kicked you across the woodlands when you shouted that Rin was 'a smelly, ugly little ningen?'
"After that Sesshoumaru-sama told Rin that Jaken-sama was falsely accusing me then also said, 'the slimy green toad should take a look at his reflection.'"
Jaken immediately stood up in shock, mouth agape and turned to his lord. "Milord, did you really imply those awful things about me, your ever and always faithful follower?"
His only reply was, "Jaken, what has this Sesshoumaru spoken to you about before?"
"I'm so sorry milord! I was merely shocked and was wondering if the child was lying."
Suddenly, the unintelligible short youkai found that he was all the more closely acquainted with the forest floor, with a large boot print on the back of his head.
All that was heard was a disgruntled "Hnn," before the spoken word's possessor walked away with graceful, even and faint steps. Giddily followed by shouts of laughter and cheering from his tag along charge.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Thump...
Soon after, night fell and Sesshoumaru was alone with his thoughts. Not that he needed to be alone to think, it was just most preferable to a squealing prepubescent girl and a foul, scowling toad.
Beat. Beat. Beat.
Beat, beat, beat...
It had now been four years since the defeat of Naraku. Correction, make those words to four extremely, very long goddamn years since the death of the twisted dark hanyou. After four years things increasingly became boring and monotonous. Although there were four other companions – if a two head dragon, incoherent babbling toad, and human child could be called companions – there were times, which were almost always, when the fine-silver haired dog demon would find himself speculating. If it would have done him well to have another foe to defeat. Whether it was physical or mental, it wouldn't have mattered because Sesshoumaru was had been secretly obscuring his desire to lash out and ruthlessly slaughter the first thing to attract his seemingly endless pent-up rage.
'The other dim-witted hanyou is now alone due to his idiotic act. A lot of good it did him.' Whether the latter thought was sarcastic or not, it didn't matter to the elder half-brother of said hanyou. Because the hanyou was now without his miko – even if he were in the prime of his life, Inuyasha would no longer be commendable in a battle, not even a sparring practice. The half-breed couldn't keep his ground without something to protect.
Thump... Thump... Thump...
Ba-bump... ba-bump... ba-bump...
'Hn, only able to fight for his abnormal wench,' Sesshoumaru thought. Indeed, the strange whorishly garbed, loud mouthed ningen onna – 'Although, not quite a woman, more like a large, clumsy, naïve child.' – had always seemed to draw the most mentally disturbed of creatures towards her. From the conversations he had overheard, – not that he had been snooping. They merely had been loud enough for his ears to easily pick up on, – all of her friends and allies had tried to kill or kidnap her from the start.
'Of all humans, she was the first female that this one had met, only to witness her willingly and foolishly stand up against him more than once...' While this was regrettably true and caused great damage to the almighty daiyoukai's pride, it also was a reason for one of his developing respects for the maladroit miko. 'She was the only one that has survived dokkoso without losing a single hair. There is more to her than there seems.'
Rin had survived her first encounter with him as well. Sacrificing her only nourishment in hopes of helping him heal, this had provided evidence of a generous heart. 'Just like the hanyou's wench, only seeing to herself when all others are well cared for.' He had caught glimpses of the woman-child treating a kitsune as if he was her own.
'Extremely hard to locate a bitch willing to dote on her child nowadays, isn't it?'
It was then that his thoughts ceased. 'This Sesshoumaru is truly mad; to talk to oneself, in third person with his inner beast – especially about a human female – is surely one of the very first signs of becoming senile.' With no further patience for any redundant excuses, the taiyoukai's feral beast was locked in an inner cage, deep within his mind.
Beat. Thump. Ba-bump...
Beat, thump, ba-bump.
Most recently, the western lord's animalistic instincts were causing his fine white, silvery hairs to stand on end at his nape.
Tha-thump... Tha-thump... Tha-thump...
Something was wrong...
Tha-thump! Tha-thump! Tha-thump!
Extremely and most definitely in the wrong...
Rin's focal point was beating too erratically for the taiyoukai's comfort. Also, he took immediately took focus to the fact that his ward's breathing was irregular. Of course, she must have merely caught sickness from the night's shifting weather. Although the dog demon had fetched (pun not intended) the young child a winter pelt to keep warmth, Sesshoumaru was perplexed as to how she had gotten ill so rapidly in a matter of an eyelid's falter. Not that he was hesitant or had a dim brain capacity; he was just simply speculating as to how this had occurred without his acceptance. Because too much of his time had been wasted on the girl in front of him, Sesshoumaru wanted answers and he wanted them now.
'Rin is dying...' it was one of the daiyoukai's statements that were well-known in relating to the inquisitive.
All in short, he was asking why.
THA-THUMP! THA-THUMP! THA-THUMP!
Twenty seconds had passed when in the girl question violently awoke, spewing high-pitched shrieks at the top of her lungs. "Aiee! Sesshoumaru-sama! Rin's chest is hurting!" she wailed with tears streaming down her face.
The pain inflicted facial expression presented on the girl's visage almost caused the most feared demon in all of Japan to flinch, almost. Instead, he mentally chastised himself and rushed to his ward's aid, once again for the countless time. Unfortunately, this was the last time...
Tha... THUMP! BEAT! Ba-bump...
After what had felt like a decade, but in reality it had only been ten seconds, Rin's condition only continued to worsen. By now, Jaken had awoken from the misfortunate girl's screams. He haphazardly ran in deranged circles looking for his cherished Staff of Two-Heads in order to fend off whatever danger that dared to threaten his lord and master... and Rin.
In that time, another five seconds had passed and the lord already positioned his girl-charge into his hold. Looking down into his ward's eyes he briefly realized the irony of the situation they were in. The last time he had held her like this, and the only other time, was when he had revived her with the Tenseiga the first time they met in that forest. Of course he there had been another time where he had brought from the depths of hell, but he had left the role of consoling to Jaken.
She could feel it, sense it, and locate it, but the prepubescent girl knew that she was dying. Her two-headed dragon friend was sadly moaning his upcoming loss, letting his fellow companion know that they would miss her. She beamed towards her lord's retainer and his steed, Jaken and Ah-Un, with the most sorrowful gaze.
Four...
Rin looked up to lord and stared into his honey-dewed eyes.
Three...
Seeing the regret – and the silent apology – sent her way from her most admired protector.
Two...
Sesshoumaru gently wiped the perspiration from Rin's brow, and with that lone action, she resurrected her will to live and defiantly fought the pain. She was struggling though, so she allowed herself to snuggle deeper into her guardian's hold, who reciprocated transforming his grip on her into a desperate embrace between them.
One...
Nonetheless, as hard as she had battled with the pain, she gave her last breath. With an apologetic smile on her face sent towards her lord, – the only man that she would ever consider her father – Rin closed her ever shining chestnut eyes for the last time, fell limp in her surrogate father's arms and died.
Zero...
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