~Random POV~
The nurse looked warily at the boy on the hospital bed, unsure if he was even alive. He was fully clothed, on top of a fully made bed with a small duffel bag next to him. His breathing was so shallow, it appeared as if he weren't breathing at all. And his eyes….. they stared at the ceiling blankly ,unfocused and unseeing.
However, the man standing next to the nurse was not fooled. Inutaisho grabbed the duffel bag and turned to the boy, his voice gentle.
"We're leaving, Sesshomaru."
~Inutaisho POV~
The ride to the cemetery was a long one, with a silence so thick so you taste it, and so loud it left a ringing in your ears. Rin's funeral had been the day before, three days after the crash. The doctor had refused to let Sesshomaru leave the hospital, and it seemed like the boy hadn't wanted to anyways. Inutaisho looked over towards his son, whose expression was much like the one he'd had at the hospital. Sesshomaru sat limply, staring distantly out the window. Inutaisho somehow knew exactly what he was feeling. Guilt, anger, sadness, and pain, but only to name a few.
He sighed and leaned his head back against the window. "You know," he started uneasily, "You shouldn't blame yourself for what happened. That truck driver was drunk, this had nothing to do with you."
More silence answered him.
"She tried her best, you know." He said quietly.
It wasn't a lie. Rin had been conscious when ambulances arrived at the scene, and had been so until she had reached the hospital and she had passed out suddenly. When she had been examined, they found that she had lost a lot of blood. They had hooked her up to a few tubes but it had been too much and she had died hours later.
She had only spoken once during the whole ordeal, while she was being loaded into the ambulance; "Make sure Sesshomaru is okay…make sure he's okay…."
~Sesshomaru POV~
Sesshomaru stood alone before the grave, his father having left him alone to mourn. As he read the stone marker, his eyes glanced over the granite words and repeating them in his head like a mantra, so that he would never forget them. He suddenly felt himself fall to his knees, the numb emptiness within his being melted away and was replaced by anguish. A heart-wrenching cry flew from his lips, her name rising to the sky and mingling with the angry roar of the thunder.
"Rin….my Rin…." He whispered in agony to the gravestone. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a small, white box. He pushed his hands into the loose soil before him and slowly dug a hole, placing bthe box inside. Rain began to pour as he pushed the soil back in its place.
"Will you marry me, Rin?" he asked the headstone in a pained whisper. "Rin….. my Rin…my Rin…."
~Izaiyoi POV~
Izaiyoi hummed a sad tune to herself as she walked across the house, cell phone in hand, asking her secretary to take over for her in the next few weeks. Taisho and Sesshomaru were supposed to be on their way home from the hospital, with a quick stop at the cemetery along the way. Not only that, but it was beginning to rain, and while she loved Sesshomaru, and Rin had been her friend, plus couldn't even begin to imagine the pain her stepson was going through at this moment, it would be troublesome for mud to be tracked all over the house. She was beginning to worry if they would ever get home when the front door opened and closed with a dull thud.
Izaiyoi looked up and opened her mouth to say something, but immediately closed it. Sesshomaru looked like a ghost, all pale, sad, and almost dead-looking. Even Inuyasha, who had been sitting on the couch playing video-games didn't say anything to his brother. Sesshomaru didn't even glance in their direction as he walked stiffly upstairs, where soon after the slam of a door could be heard.
Inutaisho walked inside shortly following that scene, to find his wife and second son still in that same position.
"How is he?" Izaiyoi asked quietly.
Inutaisho sighed yet again. "I honestly don't know…"
