Yes! Finally the second chapter is done! It's has been a little over a year since I publish this story. I have been trying to write this chapter forever and finally have it done. If you like it then better leave me reviews. As we all know, I hate writing long chapters. I know over 3000 words may not consider long to many people, but to me, it's long. I'm very slow when it come to writing and reading.
As you can see, the logic in this story is following any other Soul Mate story for Inuyasha fanfic so it's not like Sesshomaru could help feeling attract to the demoness and the demoness him. He was not in control of himself, just like all the RinSess story where he could not help but being drawn to Rin. So yeah, here's the story. Hope you guys enjoy it. Thanks a bunch for the reviews and review again. Please forgive the grammars because I'm tired. Goodnight
Ps. Wah, I woke up this morning and found that I only got one review. My heart is broken :p. Wiping my saliva, lol.
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"Lady Rin, if I may, I recommend this one." Isamu offered her a hairpin. It was a simple design of three delicate flowers, they were very detail and realistic, but not too extravagant. However, it stood out elegantly among many others more exaggerate designs. It was a perfect match for her.
"You have good eyes, Mister Isamu," Rin smiled brightly as she expected the said item within her palms. "This one is so beautiful and elegant." She liked it remarkably. Isamu returned her smile.
"Thank you Lady Rin. It is true that the hairpin is beautiful, but in comparison to you, it's barely catches a portion of your beauties."
He watched her cheeks turned a healthy flush of pink, clearly humble from the praise.
"Thank you for the compliment. However, you do not have to lips service me, Mister Isamu. Your item is sure to be sold whether kind words are offered or not." she smiled at him teasingly.
She truly thought it was only compliments from a merchant to have his goods sold, it seemed. She had no idea how true his words were. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Isamu was found of traveling and had been wandering from places to places since he was fifteen, exploring the lands all over Japan. His occupant was not necessary a merchant. He did many add jobs on his way and this time a friend of his had asked Isamu to deliver the goods to him on Isamu's way back from the sea which he willingly accepted. That friend lived only 3 day walk from the Western land Palace of Lord Sesshomaru's, the most fearsome demon lord of all Japan.
Many had not dared roam near his lands, especially humans. Only fools would risk their lives and thrown it away by trespassing his property. Isamu included.
Isamu was a curious creature, but he was not suicidal. He traveled throughout the lands to see the world and places, but he knew when to avoid dangers. There were all kinds of people in the world and he had learned and accomplished the skill of how to handle them. He was blessed with a gift. He could easily befriend anyone, mostly good people, but sometimes evil people as well and earned their trust. Partly because he was a sincere person who held true to his words and treated everyone equally despite their status. He befriended people all over the country from street rats to warlords, anywhere he went. His own family's background was not to be little for he came from a well off family with strong defensives in combative skills.
Traveling alone without any combative skill would sooner or later end his trips for there were many who preys and takes from the weaks.
His swordsman skill was not on top of the world, just enough to go by, however his skills was well respected by anyone he met. Not to mention he was a naturel leader that many would follow without hesitation had he ever wish to lead. Too bad though, he enjoyed the life of solitude, traveling from place to place with the joy of a free spirit man. He was glad he was not the firstborn son for otherwise he would have been forced into inherited the family's head position. However, since he was the third son, as dependable as he may be, his duty to the household was less in comparison to his brothers. Not to mention he never desire for power or to be bound to one place.
After constantly traveling for five years, it was safe to say that he had met a fair share of women. Some of them were very pretty, some were beautiful even, however none could be compare to her, Rin. She was perfect in both looks and manner. She was beautiful both inside and out.
He ran into her half a month ago while he was shipping his friend's goods. He had left the workers to guard the merchandise and wandered a little into the forest. In there he found her.
A beautiful woman was washing her face and hands beside the river. She had black raven hair same as any native woman, but they were as smooth as silks. Her skin was fair and pale even under the strong sun. Her kimono was in a simple style, yet it was of the finest of silk that no ordinary girl could afford. Her form as petty, but the curves she possessed proved she was indeed a fine woman. Some may prefer a fuller woman with more fat, but he thought she was perfect. He felt as if he had been bewitched. His eyes could not tear away from her.
"What are you doing here, human?" an irritate voice brought him back from his trace. He looked down and saw a little green imp demon standing in front of him, holding a staff that carved into two human heads; one was a young woman and another was an old man. The demon's eyes squinted at him suspiciously.
Isamu's hand instinctively reached out to his sword, drawing it out. This creature may be small, barely reach his knee, but was an old demon and could be dangerous.
"You want to fight? Come at me you lowly human! I will turn you to ashes." The imp demon stated, ready his staff of two headed.
Isamu too was ready to slice the demon clean. However, a voice stopped them.
"Master Jaken, what is going on?" the young woman turned her attraction from the river and marched toward them. Her voice was soft and sweet. Her expressive eyes deflect the kindness in her.
"Stay back Rin," the little demon instructed before muttered the last part to himself, "if I let anything happened to her, Lord Sesshomaru will have my head."
Isamu lowered his sword, still in the position that he could easily defense himself if needed be, realized that the little demon was with her, Rin. He had no intention of getting on her bad side.
In fact, the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew he would worship and loved her to the end of time. He never felt this way before and never believed that he could love someone so much just after laying eyes on her.
He felt as if she was meant for him, his soul mate.
The young woman rested her gaze on him and his entire body felt hot. His heart would not stop racing. He was no fool and he knew exactly that he had fallen in love with her.
"I mean no harm, miss." He found his voice, surprised that it did sound shaky. He had never been so nervous before a woman before.
"Lady Rin to you!" the green imp demon snapped sharply.
Of course, she was a highborn lady, he mused, judging from her demeanor. Her appearance alone told him she was no ordinary girl. He bowed his head to her in a respectful manner.
"Please do not be so formal with me. I am still not very used to being treats as a lady."
He raised his head to meet with her warm orbs. His breath caught in his throat at her sweet smile. But her statement caught him off guard. What did she mean by not 'used to being treats as a lady'?
The imp demon known as Jaken's next statement answered him.
"Stop acting so familiar with commoners! Lord Sesshomaru will not be pleased to see his wife not being treat with the upmost respect from anyone!"
That sentence struck him to the cord. He stood there, letting the line repeated inside his head over and over. It felt surreal. He never thought that his heart would be torn to pieces even before he could offer it to her. The woman did not notice the pain struck on his face because she was busy talking to Jaken.
"I was only a commoner Master Jaken. Even after marrying Lord Sesshoamru, I cannot act all high and mighty all of a sudden. This is who I am so deal with it."
She was already married!
How could that be?
He felt that this was all wrong. It should not be this way. He felt that she was mean to be with him and him alone.
"Stop thinking that way, you stupid human! You are now Lord Sesshomaru's wife so acts like a lord's wife!"
"Lord Sesshomaru has no problem with how I act! He never has!"
Isamu swallowed thickly, his eyes cased down in dejection.
If only he had met her first.
"What are you doing here, human?! You still not answer me!" Jaken turned to Isamu instead, now angrier than before.
"I was just passing by." He answered robotically. Still felt like it was a terrible nightmare.
"This is quite far from a village doesn't it? Is there a reason for you to travel so far out here?" Rin asked kindly.
He raised his eyes to meet hers, and the pain burn wilder inside his chest. He wanted her. He had never wanted any woman this badly.
"I'm a merchant." He found his voice.
"Be careful on your way. There's not a lot of demons within a day walk from here, but you never know." She told him kindly.
"Master Jaken, we should return now." She turned toward the green imp demon who was still rambling under his breath.
With that said, she walked toward the river and called out to another demon. A creature with two heads marched out from a green bush. It had four legs and was scaly. It appeared to be a dragon, he concluded. The creature lower itself to Rin and she stepped on it. Jaken followed. Within seconds, the dragon shot up into the sky and she was gone, leaving Isamu alone as if it was dream.
A dream, he hoped it would stay that way. However, he could not get her out of his head. Every day her face invaded his mind. There were millions of questions concerning her. Was she happy marrying to a demon? Was it her own choice marrying him? Was she being force? Did he treat her well? Sesshomaru was known for his cruelty, did he hurt her in anyway? The questions went on, but he found no answer. After half a moon passed by with the questions kept eating him, he finally decided to find out. He asked his merchant friend for merchandises so he could sell them to the Lady of the Western Land. His friend deemed him crazy for even thinking of going to the deadly demon's palace, but gave him the goods all the same.
Isamu present his good to the palace's servants. Not just anyone could get inside the palace, but those with good eyes could tell how extravagant his produces were. They let him in after informing the Lady of the Western Land.
And here she was, the breathtaking woman from his memory. Standing in front of her only confirmed just how much he loved this woman and how far he was willing to go for her. For her, he could give away his life.
Rin smiled warmly at him as she did to anyone. She looked at his goods from one thing to another, silks, vases, hairpins, and jewelries. She looked happy and healthy here. That fact gave him a stabbed to the heart. She had everything a woman could ever dream of and more. The only thing he was sure he would not lose to her husband was the love he had for her.
But was she truly happy? He could not help but wonder what her husband was like? Would be handsome or ugly? Tall or short? Fit, fat, or skinny? Was the demon old or was he young? And lastly, did the demon love her?
But all those thoughts flew out the windows when she smiled at him. Her gentle words were always true and kind. He wished he could stay with her for eternity. He was a man with moral and would never touch another man's wife, but when he looked at her, he found he did not care. If Rin were welling, he would go to hell just to be with her.
"This vase is also very beautiful. You truly know how to pick your goods." She spoke as her finger trailing against the said vase. How he wished her fingers would touch his face the same way.
"It was made by Akihiro, the best vase maker in the north. His skill is in comparable. He always prepared his clay with cares. Every step of the way was done in the almost perfect way he has mastered since he was young. All his creations are unique. Throughout Japan, I am certain you will find no one making such a fine vase with such unique quality." He explained.
"You are very knowledgeable as well, I see."
"I have stopped by his home two years ago and watched him work on his arts. It was truly remarkable." He offered the information. The girl looked at him in awe.
"You know him personally? No wonder you vouch for him."
"I do travel a lot, my lady."
"Where have you been to?" She was interested.
"Many places, my lady. I travel all over Japan."
"Tell me more." Her eyes shone with fascination. He could not help but loving the woman. She was like the sun that you could not help but want to bath in its warmth.
And he started telling her about his travels. There were too many tales that he could sit with her for months telling her about it, which he would gladly to. However, in the middle of his story, an unwanted intruder came. Or in his mind he was an intruder.
A tall demon in white attire marched into the room. His stride was elegant and calculative. He harbored the majesty air, declaring his status even with unspoken word. He bored to swords at this side, wearing a black spiky armor on his chest. And most of all, he was strikingly handsome. His golden eyes were focused on one woman and one woman alone inside the luxury room full of servants.
Isamu knew that instant who the demon was and knew he had a tough competitor. But what made his heart twisted in pain, his body numbed from the hopelessness, was the way Rin looked at the demon. At that moment Isamu knew any hope he had had was crush to power. The way she smiled at the demon was kind, but different from her other smiles. Her cheeks turned a healthy flush color as she locked eyes with her husband's. All she saw at that moment was the demon and the demon alone. She was so in love with him, that was clear.
"Leave us." The demon's baritone voice ordered coldly, yet full with authority. The servants bowed their head to the demon lord and started to leave. Isamu had no choice but to leave with them. He felt the nasty pain of jealousy when Rin did not glance his way even once. He knew he had not right, but it still pained him all the same. She was after all the only love of his life.
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The way Sesshomaru looked at her always made her flushed with warmth, butterflies fluttered in her stomach, her heart racing, no matter how many times she looked into those molten golden orbs. As soon as the servants left, she found a pair of large hands wrapped around her waist, his head nuzzled her neck.
"Sesshomaru," she murmured softly.
"Hm." He searched for her lips and collapsed his against hers. She opened her mouth, allowed his tongue to insert inside her. The kiss deepened, their breaths hitched, their hands were everywhere all over each other.
He growled softly before pushing her against the wall, his lips attacked hers. His hands wandered to inappropriate places, places that only he could touch.
"Not here," she whispered as she felt her sash being unleashed. She could careless where he wanted her, but she had to mind the servants. In the palace full of demons with kin nose, she did not want them to smell their intimacy in the guest hall. She did not want them to badmouth her husband calling him disgrace names.
He gave her another soft growl and nipped at her neck, but listened to her nonetheless.
"Where then?" he asked, pulling to look into her chocolate orbs. She could hear the teasing behind his cold voice that only she could pick up. Her face flushed bright red at the question even though she had been there with him countless times.
She pouted slightly before stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips. Her hands ran lightly through his sculpt knowing he loved the sensation.
"Anywhere you want me." She answered in a husky voice. He knew her word held true. If he truly wanted her here, she would not resist him. However, he also knew that she was modest and did not want to be look down by anyone. He would never do anything that could damage her reputation. The fact that she was a human and married to him was already enough for some demons to hate her.
"I know just the place," he held her by the waist, liking the feeling of her body pressing closely against his.
"Please lead the way then," she looked up to him, her hands still playing with his hairs. He gave her another butterfly kiss to the lips before leading her toward their destination. Their eyes held all the while. Her heart fluttered with anticipation.
Her husband had been acting strange.
His lips clashed against hers as soon as the bed chamber's door was closed.
Having known him nearly her entire life, how could she not notice this change in him?
Her tongue danced with his, her eyes closed, letting her body felt all the sensation it could get. She liked the warmth of his moth, the softness of his lips, and the way his tongue moved with hers and dominated hers.
He had been staying close to her in these past days, as if a protective hen to its chick, or was the other way around? He had always sought her out. It was not like he was not attached to her before in his own way, but not like this. The way he watched her as he could not let her out of sight. Not that she complained about the attention, but she was concern about him. He was hiding something from her.
He lifted her form up, her arms wrapped around his neck while he walked them toward their futon.
He also never been this way. He had appeared almost desperate these days and nearly lost control at times. She knew he would never hurt her, but it felt different from his usual self. He had always desired her, but he always performed everything with glace, never once appeared as if he was struggling to control himself. Never so eager in this bearable way.
He once again loosened her Kimono, bearing her skin after laying her down. Her hands came released his in the same eager manner.
She knew something was up with him, but he refuse to tell her. Whatever it was, it had put him on edge.
Her hands smoothed his cheeks, looking into his eyes that were overflown with love. Love for her and her alone.
"I love you," she told him. It was not often that they spoke of such words, but she felt the need to let him know.
She may not know what had been bothering him, but she knew he felt relax in her present. He found comfort in her.
His lips touched her forehead in the gentlest way before he kissed her lips.
Before he fully took her.
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I don't know if you can consider this citric, but this is all I can give you. I hope it somewhat satisfy you guys :D Thanks for the read. Goodnight.
Monday, August 25, 2014