This will be one of my few stories where an OC is NOT a main character. And it'll be in 3rd person!

PROLOGUE

It was strange, yet oddly humbling, he was never one to play knight in shinning armor, nor did he rescue damsels hence princesses in distress, that trivial matter made no difference to him. Mind it was still feudal Japan though, he always thought his curiosity would get the best of him somewhere around, maybe like 1,000 years later in the future, truthfully it was a dangerous weapon he had found used against him, he would've scoffed at whoever told him his curiosity would get him into an obscure situation he wouldn't be able (or want) to escape in the future.

So he now wondered how several days after thinking that he slowly found himself coming to the aid of a mortal female. Coming quickly as possible to Rin's ever fleeting call. Not that she was totally helpless, she wasn't, but somehow he always rushed to her side anyways. As years passed he found himself caring for her, more than he should, he began treating her less like a daughter and more like a lover as she got older. Why had he come to her aid?

He told himself for a long time he was just curious, most that had lived long enough after meeting him discovered his curiosity wasn't just a fleeting subject. "He should've been born a cat instead of a dog" few had dared to joke. But he knew that although his curiosity always got him into situations he refused to let it be the thing to kill him.

But he had no idea what that curiosity would do to him in the future, turn him almost into the opposite person he was. Was this what the mortal's had called 'salvation'? The feeling that quelled inside his head as he thought it out. His face so stone cold and unreadable to almost everyone, yet his emotions written out like a book in his eyes.

"I'll see you again shortly won't I?" Rin smiled she was almost an adult now and could easily make eye contact with him as she wandered the village of the priestesses Kaede and Kagome, arms full of flowers like they always where. Slowly that bond that had never been there with his brother Inuyasha had begun fixing itself. Sesshomaru hadn't realized when till the final decision to leave Rin in this particular village for a little while. "Why was that?"' he had asked himself so many times.

After Inuyasha had caused them so much pain and dread, surely these people his father had told him to stop begin so angry at and take pity for a while if he had to, couldn't be so forgiving as to let Inuyasha stay in the city, where he had technically killed their 'favorite' priestess. But none of that did matter to him as he looked around in the meadow.

After several years as one day he was trailing back to the village, he hadn't come to the village in a while. Walking calmly, with no need of rush Au-Un approaching behind him, this surely was a strange village. They never once ushered a menacing glance towards him nor Au-un, maybe Jaken sometimes when he got annoying but that was because strangely they where comfortable around them. It didn't help that Inuyasha had often protected the village, and there was Shippo. Sesshomaru glanced away, that was surely a joke if they could compare him to the little fox-tike.

"Don't question it just be grateful that they don't mind our presence" Inuyasha had laughed once, he wasn't sure if Inuyasha was joking, mocking, or trying to strike a normal conversation with him. So he had left thee puzzled Inuyasha with no answer.

When he had finally gotten to the city, he suddenly saw the strange actually unusual glances from the villagers as they struggled to do their work some of them sobbing. Still Sesshomaru continued threw the village pretending he didn't know anything was wrong. As he approached the hut of the priestesses not even bothering to step inside. Even if he dared step inside the priestess' home, he couldn't, not now.

It was burned to the ground.

And his younger brother was no where in sight, if he had been any younger, even before he had met Rin, he would've hunted Inuyasha and his stubbornness down to pound the truth out of him, himself. But he knew him now; Inuyasha would be sulking, probably pounding on some poor innocent tree with his fists.

Sesshomaru looked away; he wouldn't be coming back to the village for a long time. The priestess Kagome looked away not even bothering to greet her brother-in-law. The woman's tears still hadn't dried up as she stared at the hut. "I assume you won't be coming back for a while" she managed to whisper as another tear hit the ground. He had smelt it not even a mile away, could see the smoke that was scraping off the burnt down house. It had only been a few hours. The only question in his head was "what was different this time? Why didn't she call for me like before?"

Rin was dead...

Author's note: Personal curiosity! I have wondered many, many, many times if Rin & Kagome could be like really, really, really, far descendants from each other since they look so much a like...plus it makes sense because of Kagome's 'amazingly strong spiritual power' Enjoy & Review (reviewing optional, and I'm hopeful that you enjoyed it).

I also give credit to "BellaKouno" for the inspiration of this idea, proof reading and begin able to handle my 1,000 maybes I should put this in or that and random word that were in the middle of the story that weren't actually part of the story but questions for her. You should really check out her "A Thousand Summers" it's quite interesting & unique!