Summary: This is a short poem that describes how Rin views Sesshomaru. I'm bad with summaries, but just try it. One-shot.
Disclamer: I don't own Inuyasha, it belongs to the highly talented Rumiko Takahashi
Monster
Everyone warned her to stay away and yet she couldn't stay away from him she could not stay away from the one person who had offered her kindness when no one else would. He was her savior, her angel in sliver and white with glowing amber eyes; her silver angel who viewed the world with distaste but came to her whenever she needed him. 'How could he be a monster she thought, when he cares so much for me? How can he possibly be a monster when he saved me from Naraku?' How could anyone think him a monster when she knew the true man underneath his mask? She knew he was no monster; he would always protect her from other yokai, and humans. She knew that even though he did not say it, he cared for her. It was in his eyes when he told her to find her food, and it was in his form when he dropped everything to come to her rescue. She knew that deep down he cared for her, and it made every day that she got to spend with him more precious than the last. He was a yokai of few words, but with every glance and every pat he made it perfectly clear that he would always care for her. True he was a yokai, and a fearsome lord to behold, but she knew the man beneath the mask, and she knew that he was no monster.
A.N. Yay my first fanfiction is complete! Please be gentle on me, no flames please, but constructive criticism is welcome. Please R and R!