Sesshoumarou focused his vision far away, thinking before answering Rin's question. It was, after all, not his place to save his brother whenever he got into sticky situations. If it were up to him, Inu-Yasha is better of dead and forgotten. He could not dismiss their fight together and though he did have the upper hand, a peculiar streak of luck always thwarted him from entirely finishing him off. And there is this matter also with that human. . .
"My Lord?" Rin broke through Sesshoumarou's thoughts. Sesshoumarou drifted his gaze on the small, raven-haired girl before him. She was clutching a bunch of butter yellow flowers in her right hand, possibly to give it to him.
"Nothing." He focused his attention instead on the flowers Rin held. Kagome's face swam before him, pleading with all her might to help him save Inu-Yasha. . .
"For you, my Lord!" Rin noticed Sesshoumarou staring intently at the flowers and held up the flowers toward him, her face beaming in delight. "I picked them a moment ago. I've never seen such kind. . ." Her voice trailed away as she watched Sesshoumarou walked passed by her, ignoring her gift.
"I don't need those flowers. . Keep them for yourself." His voice was as cold as ever yet instead of falling disappointed, Rin smiled and placed one blossom on her hair. Sesshoumarou might be cold and aloof but she understands and she knows he does care for her. After all, he did allow her to accompany him. With a skip in her step, she followed him while Jaken, the small olive-colored demon with a pointed beak serving Sesshoumarou, scurried beside her.
"My Lord, where are we heading now?" Jaken asked, overtaking Rin and falling in step with his master.
Sesshoumarou answered Jaken with silence. One thing is sure however, they were heading the same way as Kagome.
