Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
PROLOGUE
"Say, Lord Sesshomaru?" the young Rin lightly touched the weathered tombstone she seemed fascinated with.
The demon's voice was deep, monotone. "What is it?"
"Even if I die someday…" she looked up at his back turned to her, "will you always remember me?"
A slight flicker of pain etched across his beautiful face, hidden from anyone's view. "Don't say such silly things." He muttered, quickly putting an end to the thought.
But she just kept smiling to herself, knowing he would never forget her.
Seven years had passed and still he thought of the little girl he saved. She was unlike any other human with her kind cheerful heart that loved the simple things in life, never taking anything for granted. She wanted to be with him forever, but he couldn't allow her to waste her life—being with him and getting nothing in return. He was a demon lord, master of the west and she was a lowly human, orphaned and weak. His quest to find the "power" to overrule his empire was a dangerous task. When he had brought the little girl back to life he didn't imagine she would remain with him.
"Lord Sesshomaru!" he heard Jaken call from a near distance. "Lord Sesshomaru!"
The tall, silver-haired demon stood his ground and waited for the toad to come out of the brush. He landed with a tumble, ending up on his hands and knees. Quickly the little demon jumped up with his staff at the sight of his Lord wearily watching him.
"My Lord Sesshomaru!" Jaken put on a serious face, "I have prepared Ahun and got what you asked for."
He nodded at his servant and continued to walk down the forest. It had been several years since Inuyasha defeated Naraku and Kagome was sent back to her own time. His eyes narrowed, as he recalled his half-brother's sorrow when the miko disappeared, not returning from the Bone Eater's well until three years later. As he kept on with Jaken following slowly behind, a small shrine appeared in front of him. Jaken backed off, giving his master privacy. Ahun was quietly standing next to the intricate structure. Lord Sesshomaru took the incense from Ahun's saddle and bent a knee.
"Rin." The name felt foreign on his lips.
He would always remember the child he had failed to protect so long ago.
Author: Slow at first, but it'll pick up.