And She waits...
"Dearest child. You shouldn't be by the window like that, its so cold to be having it opened in the morning."
The older woman sigh. The Village Leader´s wife. "Rin. You know, he wont come back. Now come and eat before everything gets cold."
She complied, walking over the steaming food, and as she always does, her hands wandered over her growing stomach to touch her child. She had stopped talking the minute the farmer told her of a demon, desperately giving her off to him, to the directions of the south, whereas the village Lord will get permitted of her coming. The farmer advised her to not search for the demon, that was his last wish before he finally turned and disappeared.The days were long without him, and she began being mute again. There wasn't any urge to tell stories anymore.She can only hold into the memories that had happened. Her wounds on her shoulders healed and the pain between her legs too. But he never came back, like she thought. A creature on her stomach began moving.The older woman decided to hide her from the village there on. She wasn't allowed to come outside, even her windows are covered with curtains. It was shameful to have a child without a father afterall. More shameful it would be if the father is a demon.
It was always warm in the south, and she enjoys the views of the flower fields, that she cannot really touch. Sometimes when she closes her eyes, she could see herself making a flower crown for Sesshoumaru, as he stare at her. Her smile never getting returned. But how she loved him eventhough.
The boring, cold, old demon from the west. She smiles at the thought. Don't cry because it ended. Smile because it happened.
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Night came by. It must´ve been the want to see her, that made his route go this far to the south. He promised himself, that he would only take in her scent and disappear for the night, but as he stood before her bed, he couldn't help but linger a little longer to just be able to stare at her.
He placed the flower beside her belongings. He was careful not to make any noise, he knew Rin was such a light sleeper. Even for him, it is hard to not wake her up in camp before. He took her hand in his, the desperation of his want visible for the night to see. The night and noone else. Such a heart ripping gesture to kiss someone´s hand who you cannot love. She was so near to him, he could taste her perfume on his lips. But the demon Sesshoumaru hesitates. And then he leaves.
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Rin´s sleep last night was tiresome. She always thought there was something she could miss while she walks in her dream, and her inner clock has once again woken her up in an ungodly hour that morning. Everyone was still sleeping as she still laid there on her bed, the sheets press over her nose. It has a very comforting smell she decided a long time ago. This was the smell that lulled her to sleep the last pair of months she had spent in this household. Her eyes drifted over the shadowed floor. The black that laid there made her sit up. A sudden movement that pained her back and she had to close her eyes to ease the pain for awhile before darting over the object of blackness on the floor.
A Yamato Nadeshiko flower. A black one. There was a tale about it, of a monk who desired a woman. But in his rank it was forbidden to do so and to swear his love for her, he searched for the flower that similars the woman´s beauty. A flower that grows on cliffs, in the cold dark places. A rare flower, but not really as beautiful for others. Many people are disturbed by its blackness. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder, afterall. It was an unfinished tale. Noone really knew how the love story ended or if it even exists. But Rin guessed, it ended not happily ever after.
She held the flower to her chest. The thing that symbolizes forbidden love. And for once she was sure she missed something while asleep. He had been there to visit her, and she was not awake. She wondered what she would tell him if she was. Sputter over her pregnancy? Talk about an unwanted child? She wasn't really sure herself. But this visit gives her the untamed hope, a little light, that one day, he would come back for her.
And she would wait.
A/N: The flower is made up. A happy christmas to all of you.