"A Life Half Undone"

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He came home to no sound being emitted from the mansion and as well, he stepped into the home to the large smell of food. He could have sworn he wanted to vomit from the shear smell being emitted from the kitchen but he held it back as he set his coat on the coat rack and slipped off his shoes. Walking upstairs he began to wonder where she had gone and hopefully she hadn't been foolish and left. Soon he made a clear definition of her scent in the air and knew where she had gone. He was a bit angered that she had found his room but on the other hand he was not when he knew she belonged in his bed.

Opening the door, it emitted a cry of protest but she did not wake. She always looked like something he should not touch but when she was asleep and at peace she looked even more like an ethereal being that would be marred by hate if touched by anyone, let alone a demon who had killed people and was known for his ruthlessness. Oddly enough in the early years of their "relationship" people had not been taking to the thought of a demon and a human with one another, but as well a demon of his caliber being seen with a human woman was detrimental. The idiocy of the human race appeared to him when they said he probably enslaved her and that she was a wonderful and kind soul that had been corrupted by the hands of a demon.

He could not contest to the last statement he often remembered. It was true, he didn't deserve her but he had her as his own and no one was allowed to taint her and the only person would be himself. Sometimes, he felt bad for seemingly holding her back from doing things she wanted to but hopefully she would know that he held her back for a reason and only wanted the best for her. That was all he ever wanted. Often times he found himself wanting to keep her secluded from the world and to his own. No one should know her he felt often times, and nothing was more hated than the thought of her having freedom the day she left him and the earth. He wished he had told her to stay in her room and he would have even threatened her life at his own hands if she would have agreed to stay where she was. She hadn't and he knew he could never keep her away from everything, but then again, she had no knowledge of her own demise, but freedom had taken her away from him.

Now, he looked upon her and knew that in this time he didn't have to worry about as much as back then, but still he worried. Always, he would always worry because when he found her he sure as hell would do anything to keep her with him. It was just bothersome knowing that he could do nothing to keep her with him, she would have to make that decision and if she decided to leave he would not know what to do, but if that happened to be what she really wanted from life-to get away from him- then he would force himself to let her go. As of now though, he was going to keep her next to him as much as possible, he needed her and that was all.

It was odd to think that she knew where his room was but he couldn't help but think she might have had a bit of intuition from her memories. He highly doubted it but he hoped she might visit here often when he was gone and leave her scent. It had faded with time and for the past hundreds of years he had gone without it and he hated every moment he could not at least make some mental recognition of her besides memories when he went to try and sleep. Without her life was worth giving up on and worth not paying attention to. She made him want to please her and make her happy and he always enjoyed making her smile.

Walking towards the bed he sat down on it and took in her peaceful facial features. She would have to go back home and get clothes but after that, he would keep her here. He wanted her here and she would stay or at least he hoped. Sliding a piece of stray hair from her face to her ear he noticed how porcelain her skin looked. Tan was not unattractive to him but she was pale and lovely the way she was she needed no improvements and he wanted it to stay like it used to be.

She wrinkled her nose at the contact as one of his fingers brushed across her cheek. Slowly she opened her eyes and automatically saw amber. Another memory and one of waiting for him to return; nothing important happened just waiting. Sitting up slowly she watched as he sat up and began to walk to the doorway of his room.

"I'm going to take a quick shower and I'll meet you downstairs in about 15 minutes be ready. We'll be getting your things from your home and bringing them here. Move on, your in MY room after all."

He watched as she blushed and got up from the bed. Stepping over to him she pressed her lips to his cheek and smiled at him softly.

"I love this room and I'm sorry for intruding but it looked so comfy."

Closing the door behind her she sighed, why could she not remember anything sensual between them, maybe which would happen when he returned? She wanted to blush but she couldn't she knew that they had something going on in her previous life and her body naturally made gestures and touches that she could not understand but she knew he reacted to them. She seemed so used to him and the way he acted, as well as his lack of expression but somehow she had kept all of that locked away until she met him. Met him indeed. She was so grateful for finding the man in her childhood dreams. Quickly leaving those thoughts she walked through the hallways trying to find the main hallway to the entrance and when she got there she sat in the living room after throwing away all of her uneaten food, she sat down and waited for him to come to take he for her things.


Sifting through old forgotten memories was hard, as was lifting heavy boxes while another person (male) lifted them from the upstairs to the downstairs hallway. She never knew just how many things her mother had kept until now as she looked upon towering stacks of boxes. Some harbored old books, which would soon be given away. While others took into their care things she had not remembered; things from when she had grown up with them, from when she was a child. How memories faded with time and little effort was taken to keep them fresh and alive.

Blowing the dust off of a few things she seemingly ran across a photo album with a light blue cover. Wedding Memories was written in elegant swirling script across the top in silver. Although a bit dulled with time she looked through the book. The edges were some-what discolored and stained but that did not hinder the photos inside. Pictures of her mother and father on their wedding day adored the insides of the album. Sweet photos of their reception and everything. Family members she did not recognize scattered the old book. Sighing she folded it closed as Sesshomaru's shoes could be heard climbing the small and creaky steps to her small attic. Not many had attics in Japan but then again, her family was lucky enough to own a full house and not an apartment.

Looking down at the floor to pick up a few papers that had dropped from the photo album, which she noticed were sweetly, the place cards of the bride and groom, she saw a pair of shiny black shoes in her sights. Smiling to herself she looked up to find Sesshomaru with black slacks on his hips and a nicely tight white shirt on his upper half. She noticed his features looking calculatingly at her being but she pushed it aside. She knew he was still getting adjusted to her presence in his world again and the truth be told she was doing the same thing. Oh well, they would have to get used to it some time or another.

Placing the album neatly and securely into the box she was stopped by a hand before she could close the edges of the cardboard. Looking up she met his eyes as he bent down and his head cocked itself at an odd side angle. It was as if he was questioning her actions. Soon enough she figured out what it was. Slowly he brought a hand to her face and brushed the wetness off of her cheek. She had been crying and hadn't noticed a bit.

She couldn't help but smile at his small showing of kindness. She then watched as he pulled up on his slacks so that he could easily bend down on his haunches to her level. Sometimes, she thought, he didn't even realize how much he acted like a true K-9. She would have to tell him that one day, assuredly he would be angered by this realization but he would get over it. As for right now, she was content to listen to his voice as he spoke to her.

"Stop shedding tears Rin. Now come, let's get the rest of what your keeping from this place down to the hallway. I might add that you are keeping many things, I'll let you stick it in a separate room at home so you can revisit things when you feel, alright?"

She could only reply with a nod of her head. Standing back up he gave her his hand so that she could pull herself back up as well. She did as instructed and helped move three more boxes back down to the hallway which was packed and only a small space was left to walk through to the waiting area in front of the front door. Stepping over a few boxes she set the new one she carried-Sesshomaru carried two-and placed it next to two more. She moved out of the way for Sesshomaru to place his next to and on top of her own. Looking over at him she gave a warm smile.

"Movers will be by tomorrow to get your things. I was hoping we would not have this many boxes but it seems you have the need to keep more than you should. We shall, however have your personal belongings put into the car. So lets get those to the Mercedes and then we can leave here alright?"

She just nodded her head in agreement and picked up a box full of her clothes and walked in front of him and out the door. Figuring she was stuck in the memories of this place and things she would leave behind, he decided the best thing to do would be to leave her alone. Mentally sighing he picked up another box of her clothes and followed her footfalls to his car and they proceeded to move the boxes until they were done. Locking up the house and stepping back to the car, he started the engine and they were on their way. He knew she had questions, but the one she had asked about her death would not be answered; he knew she wasn't ready so it had to be avoided this evening.


Through the entire car ride I had remained silent. So much so that every now and again he would look over at me to gauge my reactions about things. If anything I was a bit responsive when I gave him and slight smile. I had been through so many memories that night and I didn't feel in the mood to discuss anything at all. Thoughts of yesterdays floated through my mind so frequently, I feared that if he asked me a question I would forget it the next second. Funny how one can relive most of the memories of their lives in a few hours or even, so they say when you die reliving it, in mere seconds.

I had done something similar. It was odd to think that he would be able to contain himself after not seeing me for centuries. Too bad he seemed to speak out of turn a few minutes before we reached the mansion. I really wished he would not have the said the next words to me. Maybe I wouldn't have reacted the way I did. Maybe things would have turned out for the better and not the worst.

"Your quiet Rin, it doesn't suit you. You used to talk up a storm."

Honestly, I have no idea what made me burst out into tears but somehow it had to be linked to him. I stared out of the window as tears streamed down my face and I had to continuously wipe at my face with the back of my hand. It was odd; he looked over at me and didn't even say a single word. Maybe this was for the better because I feared that if he had said anything in that moment I would have yelled at him. Everything I know about him, I can only figure out through dreams when I sleep. He knows more about me than I do and that scares the hell out of me. I don't even seem to know who Iam and he does.

I know that I am here, living in the present. What I was back then, I can't keep a clear picture of. All of the things I thought I knew about myself and my own life were now void according to "back then". I'm really getting tired of hearing that. I try so terribly hard to remember things but I just can't seem to, so when he says things like that I know he cannot tell but it does take a toll on a person who is so frustrated when she herself, can't even remember it. I'm sick of how I was in those many years ago. Am I not the same but different person in this time to him? Am I not the Rin he claimed so many years prior to his existence? So many past things accumulated to my sorrow as of now and as I step out of the car to the large house I wonder if he will ever understand me again.

I went to my room first and closed my door and listened as he placed the boxes outside of my door and his footsteps were heard walking down the hallway and then...nothing. Nothing at all. I cleaned up my face and then opened my door to retrieve my boxes of clothes. After I moved them to my 'new' room I quickly looked through them. Deciding to go with red I pulled out a red v-neck silk shirt with straps and would show my mid drift. Then a pair of jeans and a really old pair of red sandals. Placing these new garments on, I added a bit of perfume I had oddly enough hurriedly stuffed into on of my boxes and brushed through my hair with my fingers before I looked in the mirror and cleaned up some of my smeared make-up and then, finally satisfied, I proceeded to walk down stairs.

Spotting him on the sofa I found him lying across the couch with his forearm over his eyes in frustration. I wanted to smile but then remembered what he had said to me in the car earlier. I know he didn't know why I had started crying or even remotely why I had even been upset by his words, but I still felt angry at him for some reason I just couldn't place it. Slowly and quietly I walked over and sat on the small glass coffee table amid all of the chairs that adorned this room and as well placed myself next to his torso where his other hand laid strewn across his midsection. Suddenly, without moving he spoke to me in muffled tones. I had almost forgotten his acute sense of smell and hearing; of course he knew where I was.

"What has happened to you?"

She honestly had no idea about how to deal with that question. She, herself, I had no idea how to take it. Was it about her being different than her past self in matters of the heart, or was it something else that he was referring to? She honestly had no clue at all what he meant by his comment.

"I honestly do not know."

Slowly his left arm lifted and his right arm extended and placed itself on my knee. I wanted to blush but somehow it seemed a bit familiar to me but once again this is one of the reasons why I had cried. I have things in my memory that a can recall but they are never actual memories. It upset me not to know about myself. Slowly, I walked over to him and as his arm came around my waist I laid my own self on top of him and placed my head upon his chest. I missed hearing a strong heartbeat and I could only smile to myself, this was what I remembered in my dreams, not myself but my feelings. We didn't speak at all we just lei there quietly listening to the now drizzling rain on the panes of the windows. Eventually, we did go out to get something to eat together, but it was a while before we even decided to move. I loved it in his arms the way I felt; loved. He never said it, at least what I new in my dreams and what I had experienced within my short time here with him that he hadn't said it. I just...felt it like I did most things.


A/N: Yeah, another chapter finished! Yippie! R and R please!