SUMMARY: (Divine Intervention) Erin is a cold, unapproachable woman. She is also the second wife of Sesshomaru Takahashi, a Wealthy Lord raising his 6 year old daughter. Rin is a 300 year old ghost. What do these two women have in common? A body. Be sure to READ AND REVIEW (LOTS OF REVIEWS).

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Divine Intervention

Prologue

Sixteen year old Rin squealed with joy as her father chased her upon the lawns of the Palace, unfeeling of the venomous gaze that watched them. Many thought it was unusual for a lord of such stature to interact with his child, this young woman, in such a manner but for Tenshin, Rin was his very existence…the sole remainder of his one true love who had given her life to save his own many years ago when Rin was but an infant. Much to the displeasure of her Step mother, Rin was the splitting image of the previous lady and to look upon the girl was a blatant reminder that she would never hold a place in her husband's heart.

Over the years, her insecurities and pain had festered and grown into a vile pit of hatred and anger directed towards the innocent young girl, for within her husband's eyes Asami saw the love she had so wanted to experience for herself. It did not matter that she had given him two sons and heirs to his vast empire, it seemed it was impartial to it all…except for Rin. Everyone loved Rin and it seemed to make Asami even angrier, especially upon seeing her two sons, Michiro and Takoma also begin to play with their sister. Asami felt it was a betrayal to her, that her children seemed to love Rin and relished spending time within her company and not their own mother's and she began to convince herself that Rin was a witch, that she ensnared the men around her.

It had been like this when Asami had met the young girl twelve years before, upon her marriage to the Lord. She had been Rin's very age and beyond happy to know that she would receive the honour of marrying such a noble, infamous Lord. She had been over confident in her thoughts that she could make him love her, that he would fall prey to her beauty and innocent wiles and forget the woman who had been his wife, a woman who had not even given him an heir, only a silly daughter. But Asami could not and had not come to comprehend that the love between Tenshin and his deceased wife had been a true love and already the man, though he truly loved his daughter merely existed until he was able to leave that world for his wife, he was waiting for the day when Rin could be married and live happily.

But he had had needs and whilst he had not wanted another wife, the King, his best friend had chosen a wife for him, hoping to return his friend to the man he had been and to provide a mother for the young girl who had so unfashionable become motherless. Asami had been from noble lineage, a beautiful and innocent girl to the ways of men but she had been spoiled, selfish possessing very nasty qualities that arose from being the only daughter among seven children as well as the last born child. She could not accept the young girl as her daughter and when, only a year later she had produced a male child, she had hoped Tenshin would come to love her and cherish her in a way he only seemed to do for his own daughter but he had not.

Now it seemed that the woman had had enough and drifted to her own chambers, her mind a warped web of shadows and malice that she would unleash on the poor young girl.

Rin at that moment, had finished playing with her brothers and they had gone to ride, waving goodbye to their beloved sisters as they had urged their horses through the forest upon their lands. Rin hummed as she journeyed to wards the Palace gardens, they had been built for her and she spent many a day within the large area. She found her apron and tied it about her, collecting her leather gloves and moving towards a fresh soil that would soon bare the seeds of lovely yellow roses. She watered the soil and moved throughout the gardens to examine the well-tended flowers for withering and insects. She was well-loved child, by everyone in their Palace. It was her kind, soft natured spirit which always seemed to attract people. She always helped anyone who needed it and she was kind, soft spoken yet willing to defend anyone who could not defend themselves. She listened to the complaints of the Palace servants and ensured that all the workers were happy and unmolested by the Palace Guards who had a tendency to abuse the serfs.

It was within these Gardens that her brothers found her hours later, sleeping beneath a large Hibiscus Bush, with a flush to her cheeks. The two boys laughed and lay beside their sister, quickly falling asleep as well.

Later, when the sun had fallen beneath the curve of the land and the birds had gone to sleep and night had descended the small family of five were seated at the large Dining table within the Dining hall. Tenshin was seated at the head of the table, to his right was his wife and to his left where his heir should be, was Rin not that her brother minded for they truly loved their sister and did not find any fault in their father's treatment of her for they saw Rin as a girl truly kind hearted who did not wish to cause malice or intentional disrespect. No one addressed the issue that already Rin was of the marrying age and yet their father had ignored all the suitors who had come to seek her hand in marriage.

While the four talked, Lady Asami quietly seethed in her seat, her stoic face not revealing her true intentions or her plans for the night. It would be a night that would change their entire lives and those of everyone in the Palace…and even another wealthy family of the future.

When dinner ceased each retired to their own chambers, Rin hugged her brothers and received kisses to her cheeks and one to her forehead from her father. She was blatantly ignored when she went to wish her step mother a wonderful sleep, as she was every night since she was four but that did not stop her. She loved the cold woman; she could not find it in her heart to hate her for she was the only mother she had ever really known though she had never once treated her as a daughter. Many times, Rin had dreamed of herself in her brothers' stead when they were hugged or kissed by Asami and though it hurt her she did not allow it to harbor any dark feelings within her.

That night as the young girl slept, a dark figure crept into her chambers, the glow of a candle making a flash against silver. She sneered above the sleeping before plunging the dagger into her stomach.

A burning pain driven into her body woke Rin from sleep with a loud scream followed by a gag. She looked up to see the shadowed figure of her step mother above her before something was pulled from her body, she spat blood…screaming again as the knife was thrust into her chest, agonizing pain engulfed her especially as the woman twisted it, dragging it from her body. Tears streamed from her eyes as it was thrust over and over into her body, and her she saw as the door to her room opened with her father and brothers by the door…swords in hand. It was the last thing she saw before darkness engulfed her.

Rin woke with a groan, her eyes blinking slowly as she adjusted to the light. As her vision cleared she looked around to see she was in the palace garden. Sighing in relief, she figured everything had been but a bad dream. She rose to her feet, intent on seeing her father; it had been so realistic a dream that it had shaken her to no ends. Frowning as she searched the Palace and found no one Rin bit her lip, wondering where everyone could be. Suddenly, the loud sounds of an organ were heard and she grinned, it seemed everyone was at the Chapel. The large Chapel was upon her property and a good walk. She decided to take her horse instead, but upon reaching the stables the horses began to whine loudly, screaming and rearing as she approached.

Frightened, the young girl ran from the stables wondering what could have caused the horse to react in such a manner and sighed as she realized she would now have to walk to the Chapel. Rin raced to the Chapel, wondering if her family had forgotten her which was really strange. She saw numerous people at the Chapel, so much so that the doors were opened as they spilled out. Rin frowned and walked towards the crowd, uneasy no one seemed to address her please to "pardon her" and "excuse her" and even more confused with the ease with which she seemed to move through the crowd.

When she got to the front, she stopped, her eyes widening as she looked at the casket at the front of the Chapel and her father and brothers, who seemed to not be able to stop crying. Stepping in front her father, she kneeled. "Papa?" she whispered but the man seemed overcome with his grief. "Papa?" she said louder, raising a hand to his shoulder when it seemed to go through him. She screamed and jumped back, looking at her hand with wide eyes. Suddenly, realization dawned on her and a fear as well as disbelief filtered into her. She rose to her feet and walked slowly to the Coffin, fearing what she would find. A foot away, she gasped in shock a tear running down her smooth cheek. She looked to her hand and watched as it faded before her very eyes.

Within the Coffin, was her. Dressed in a beautiful white gown, her hair brushed and intricately arranged…she seemed to be sleeping but Rin knew…she had been murdered.

She fell to her knees, hands covering her mouth.

"I'm dead".

Author's Note: There it is the first look at "Divine Intervention".

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