If there is one name I remember well from my days in the village, it is the one the boys gave me. Doormat. "Ha, ha! Look at the doormat, the slave to the demon trash!" they would taunt as I passed them by while on my way to the market. I'm not a doormat though, and that name those boys unfairly gave me, had always bothered me. A doormat is something you walk on; I am not something to be walked on, to be stepped on and pushed down. That is not me.
I may be passive; I don't start fights, I don't fight every little thing I disagree with. I may be compliant; I don't ask more questions than necessary, and I follow orders given to me. I am not a doormat though. I will not be walked on, I will not follow orders if I am not comfortable with them; put me down and I will snap back. I snapped back at those boys. They ran away, barely retaining their bladder, when I was done with them.
It wasn't just the boys that called me doormat. After I married Sesshōmaru, many of the demonesses who had been after his hand called me such. Many tried to fill my head with lies, telling me that Sesshōmaru had been unfaithful, and frequented their place of residence. I listened to not one. Other demonesses, who called me a doormat, would also claim that I should leave as I would bring down the great dynasty that was Sesshōmaru's family's rule. Occasionally, the doormat comment would be included in a jab about my humanity and how if not even a human wanted my hand, than I must've used some sort of spell to make Sesshōmaru want it.
This was another one of those times where I laughed. They could not sway me; they could not make the foundation I rested upon unstable and shaky. I have confidence in myself and in my husband. People cannot walk over me, as those demonesses learned when I sent them reeling from perhaps some of the most dreadful truths ever spoken about them.
There was one person who never called me doormat, or even thought that in reference to me. My husband, Sesshōmaru. I am a women, he says, I am not a doormat. I may be soft-spoken and sweet, but I am no doormat.
I am Rin. I am not Doormat.
