Sesshomaru calmly walked through the forest. His platinum hair blew gently behind him as the wind picked up. "Master Jaken, it sure is chilly tonight." A young woman said. "Hush Rin, you'll disrupt Lord Sesshomaru's concentration!" A tired Jaken snapped.
Rin let out a "hmph" as she folded her arms over her chest. She soon grew tired though, and found herself leaning on Ah-un's neck, letting her arms unfold and tired limbs sway from his body movements. Rin was much older now, and her body much larger. She'd thought many times about teaching Jaken a lesson in size, but never had the heart to.
They had been traveling for days, searching for a demon that had disrupted the burial grounds of Sesshomaru's recently deceased mother and stolen the Meido-Seki. With a relentless spirit, Sesshomaru had dragged the party onward with him and began to realize their suffering. Rin had already fallen asleep on Ah-un's back, and poor Lord Jaken's pace began to slow. Suddenly, Sesshomaru stopped. Jaken, unaware of his immediate pause, ran into the back of his leg and fell instantly onto the ground. With a worried look, Jaken quickly popped up, much more awake. "What is it, my Lord?"
"Nothing, Jaken. We'll rest here tonight."
A sigh of relief came from Jaken as he finally comprehended what Sesshomaru was saying. Ah-un gave a quiet roar for his appreciation as well. "Yes my Lord! I'll go gather some fire wood!" Jaken said happily as he ran off. Sesshomaru turned to Ah-un. Aware that Rin had already fallen asleep, he took her from Ah-un's back. Ah-un let out another soft roar and lye down to rest. Sesshomaru gently placed Rin against the trunk of an old tree and silently walked away.
Jaken soon returned to find both Ah-un and Rin sleeping. "My Lord? My Lord?! Where did you go this time?!" Jaken whined as he dropped the fire wood. With his staff of two heads, Jaken made a fine fire that warmed them and soon Jaken found himself fast asleep, cuddled close to Ah-un.
Not too far away, Sesshomaru sat on a noel overlooking a creek. The waning moon reflected itself from the water as it rippled in the breeze. He had yet to discover who had stolen the Meido-Seki, and why. The only thing he knew was he had to get the Meido-Seki back. It was his inheritance.