The woman moves with swiftly, headed in a direction that made no sense; west. Everyone knows that Sesshoumaru-sama rules the Western Lands and only humans with certified proof that they we're allowed to live there were able to enter.
She laughs as she sees the expressions of the passing villagers. If only they knew who she was, who she would be known to be; The Time-Travelling Princess.
She heads forward and then stops and waits, already knowing when he'll arrive. It only took a moment.
"Sesshoumaru-sama, I require your assistance" she bows.
The demon lord glares at the offending, pregnant, human woman and attempts to strike her down. His sword hits a barrier and the woman remains unscathed. "What are you?" He demands, already sick of the question he'd now asked two very simular women who did not seem to fear him.
Her eyes shift slightly. "I cannot be harmed by you as you revived me with Tensaiga" she half-answers.
Sesshoumaru's eyes narrow, "I did no such thing, human".
"Use your nose, Sesshoumaru-sama" she states clearly as if practiced. "Then all shall be clear".
Due to his confusion of her odd request, Sesshoumaru sniffed as she demands. "Why do you hold the scent of my ward?"
"That is because I am Rin, my lord. I come from the future" she smiles and holds her hands at the back of her blue, flora kimono.
Sesshoumaru eyes widen but it is such a minuscule change that Rin does not notice. "You lie" he says thinking of the un-mother.
Rin pulls a single flower out of her obi, "the first thing I gave you was a fish" she starts, "but you refused to accept it. This was the first thing you took from me".
He looks at the withered flower. It had no petals but its beauty was still there, it had been crystallised to preserve the rest of it. He could smell the potency of his scent lingering on it however and that was all the proof he needed.
"What exactly is it you need Rin?" He watches as the girl's face changes from a look of confusion to pure, unhidden bliss.
"My daughter needs protection" Rin rubs her stomach tenderly. "Kagome will probably be the only child I'll get".
"Will this protection extend to after the pregnancy is finished?"
Rin stiffens and then bursts out laughing, "Oh, no. The child I need you to protect has already been born".
This stumps Sesshoumaru "did you not just say that she would be the only child you'd receive?"
"Kagome will inherit my time-travelling abilities" Rin says simply.
Something about the name clicks to Sesshoumaru, "is your daughter that scantily-dressed miko that travels with the half-breed".
Rin nods, "her clothing is actually quite modest in the time she was raised".
Sesshoumaru considers this, "fine, I shall do as you request".
Rin jumps the demon into a giant hug before screaming thank you. Her stomach begins to hurt, "it's alright, my Kagome. We are about to go home".
She disappears into a faint bluish light and Sesshoumaru sighs as he heads towards his blasted half-brother and his pack prepared for a fight. "The things I do for you, Rin" he mutters before he reaches the clearing in which the younger Rin, Jaken and Uh-Un were camped. "We are leaving".
Immediately the toad starts complaining about the girl with the flowers in her hand. "Sesshoumaru-sama, I have these flowers for you". She passes the strange looking bouquet to the man who saved her and smiles.
They walk in silence, Rin happily, Jaken grumpily, Uh-Un contently and Sesshoumaru dreading the destination. He did not want a scandalous miko in his pack but still if she is Rin's daughter then she is pack by default.
'I curse our traditions' he thinks as he begins to smell the miko; the beginning of a storm, it reminded him of. The scent he both loved and hated the most. The scent his mother owns.
It is a hard situation. He had wanted all contact with InuYasha to end after Naraku had been defeated. He considered leaving Rin in the half-breed's village but she'd been against it and the miko, that blasted miko, told him that should he leave the child there that it'd only cause her to die slowly from something called heartbreak.
And even though the child is bothersome, he still loves her. Just like a daughter.