Title: G for Girl
Author: Saraste
Fandom: Inuyasha
Rating: T
Pairing: Sesshoumaru/Rin (not lolicon)
Genre: romance, fluff
Summary: What Sesshoumaru feels for Rin is a complex thing.
A/N: Written after a prompt given by Ravyn Skye / plumespixie. I was offering up free drabbles (100 words each) for each letter of the alphabet, with the one requesting giving a prompt to fit their chosen letter. She gave me G for Girl with Sesshoumaru x Rin to interpret as I chose. Suffice to say I didn't stick to the 100 words...
Lanky and often ungainly, she was all legs. Long and slim, something he found oddly appealing, even if she was human. It was best she remained as much covered as she could be, for he'd not be sure of himself otherwise. She was untamed, unassuming. It attracted him, such an unheard of thing. He didn't abhor her presence but welcomed it, in his own reserved and introverted way.
She was his girl.
Often he mused if it would mean 'daughter', but always quickly dismissed the idea. The thoughts he held for her, deep in a corner of his mind, did not concern the girl Rin as his child, as a daughter. His thoughts were all but fatherly. He could not pretend to be raising her up as a father. Groom her from the unruly and awkward girl into a young maiden, proper to be wooed? Yes. Something else? No.
So he waited.
Youkai that he was, years had still never felt this long. Being a girl seemed to take an inordinate amount of time. And as he wished to not tarnish her before her time, he had to wait. Wait long years full of giggling and braids and flower wreaths. The longest years of his life.
That is why he gave her care into the hands of the old Miko for a time.
He was afraid he'd lose his sense and ravage her otherwise. Ravage her before her time and compromise the reputation of his future progeny with her. Yes, he would happily have children by her. And he loved the girl too much to take her innocence before it was time.
And the girl grew.
Long-limbed still but now with soft sweetly sinful curves, she budded into a young maiden. When he saw it, he knew he'd have to take her away least another male claim her against her will. The girl was gone and still there, a barrier for him to help her cross. Her body was ripe to carry his young, and her mind, her heart was still his, always had been.
Claiming her as his, he took away the girl and made the maiden in her bloom into true womanhood. But at times he would miss the girl in the beautiful and petite woman she was, would miss her long lanky legs and awkward speech. Yet under the surface, she was still his girl. He just sometimes forgot. She loved to remind her lord with giggles and shocking escapades. And he humoured her, loved her for her youthful spirit. Happy years passed all too soon, all too quick.
And while she gave him many daughters and sons, none of them ever stole her place in his heart.
She was his girl until the day she was old and grey, looking at him with unseeing misty eyes, that old innocent smile grazing her chapped lips. She was his girl to her dying breath.