I do not own this manga/anime, a genius does.

story is based on early 20th century Japan.


Story dictionary:
Limiting the use of Japanese.
Porch: deck; veranda; ledge to a housing mostly under awnings.


Rin's hands diligently followed through against the cut patterns of flowing fabric. Her right arm stretched out with a piercing needle pinched through her bony fingers and dipped back down to connect all pieces together like lost friends. She sowed with small equal stitches on the pale pigmented kimono.

She sat on the edge of her dusty wood panel porch with her long thin legs poking out of her kimono. Black strands hung past her face portraying her as a dusty painted doll.

Moth meals left wholes in her dark grey kimono letting her soft, pearl skin be seen in splotches contrasting with the neutral of her kimono. She had many stitches in the warn thing, but moths and age could not resist the temptation to eat at her concealment.

The light breeze of summer's passing had whistled upon her cheek and she stilled her fingers in her process.

"Good evening, Taisho." Her voice was barely audible as his figure crossed his legs on her porch. "Sesshoumaru," His name bounced off her tongue as it came as a mouse pitch that only a dog could hear through nature's orchestra.

His blue yukata hung off him as if a loving woman would to their lover at night. His left sleeve swayed about his waist while his right arm still clung to the blue waves dyed deep into the fine weaving.

"Asawa." He stated her name through puffs of smoke as he held a lanky cigarette holder between his sharp fingers.

Rin framed her work up against the light blue sky of the setting sun.

"War," She turned her head to Sesshoumaru's position. "Will you contribute to it or will you reject it?" She folded the fabric as she watched the sky melt away.

Sesshoumaru lips blew warm puffs of smoke through his grinning lips. "War is feeble," His composure fell. Articulation just a word without the emotion he held. "but if there was someone to protect would you protect or sit and watch their blood pour out at your knees?" His words were not calm and they were not gentle to Rin's ears as he gloomed over her hunched, thin shoulders.

Silence crept into the area upon evening's entrance with Sesshoumaru as the stifling maestro.

"You sound like you have lost that person so long ago, Sesshoumaru." She elegantly executed imaginary dust off her tattered Kimono as she felt the full force of Sesshoumaru's suffocating tug.

"In sense they are lost," He leaned brooding at her back. "I will make them find me as I have found them, Asawa."

His hand clawed around her neck onto her sharp collarbones as his fingered tapped down on her dehydrated skin like cold rain drops. His arms expanded and retracted around her body as he rested his head at her pale shoulder. Sesshoumaru's short, silver hair brushed along her jaw as he contracted.

"Are you losing your sight, Rin?"

"No, I see."

"Can you still smell?"

"Yes, I can sm..."

The wind of her breath spluttered out short and stopped as his canine pressed down on to her flesh. Her blood froze. He pulled hard on her neck with his bite as she struggled to loosen his lion grip.

"Taishou,"

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