AN: So sorry for taking so long to update, but there are many reasons why I have not been able to. I hope you guys will forgive, but you all might not like me soon. Listen, I'm sorry, but I'm getting little to no feed back on ANY of my stories. Because of this, I am honestly tempted to STOP putting them up and just going ahead and finishing doing my edits before I send it off to the publisher and have it published. That is something I DO NOT want to because I started this as a fanfic and do not want to turn it into an actual book with MY original characters. And it's only because I do not know how I am doing. *Shrug*
Not to mention, I have actually been receiving a few threats that if I make this as graphic as I plan to that it will be reported and taken down. Normally threats do not bother me, but when you threaten me and say that I should do MY story the way YOU think it should be, you are going to start something. I am not dramatic, but please keep ALL NEGATIVE and BOSSY comments to yourself or go read something else. This is MY story I have been working on since I was FOURTEEN! BACK OFF!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters from Inuyasha. I do however own the plot line and OC.
Chapter 2:
When Rin came to the very next morning, there was a fierce ringing in her ears and her body felt strangely warm. What had happened to her the night before? She continually asked herself that question as she sat up in the bed. Her head was pounding and everything was extremely foggy. And it hurt to move her head too much. Something cool and hard was nestled between her breasts and it startled her.
Slowly, she dropped her gaze down and noticed that there was a wolf fang dangling from a golden chain around her neck. What was this? Where did it come from? And who put it there? So many different questions swam and swirled around inside her head that it make her dizzy and took everything in her not to lay back. She was really, really dizzy until she remembered about her visitor that had come late in the night.
The visitor with such a dark, hypnotic sexy voice that just made her want to curl her toes. It was the monster that she knew for sure. Yet, he wasn't the way that the villagers claimed him to be. If he was that way, he would have had her pinned on her bed and drinking every drop of her blood. But he had requested something from her that she couldn't remember.
Giving her shoulders a roll after shrugging, she rolled out of the bed. Her warm feet hit the ice cold floor right before something clicked inside of her head. Ah and Un never once attacked the creäture that had been in her room. If he had had ill-intent in the depths of his mind, they would surely have attacked him to protect her. Which led her to the conclusion that underneath all those whispered dark legends he was the biggest softie. Or at least that is what she hoped it was.
Ah slipped off of the foot of the bed, stretching his long black body. His long black tail slapping Un in the face right before he padded behind Rin to the weird dressing curtain she had made to hide herself from them when she would change her clothing. A small whimper escaped his throat as he stared at the necklace around Rin's neck. He already knew who had put it there because he had seen the man. The male's scent covered Rin like a second.
Un lifted his massive head and snorted in annoyance. He knew the same thing that Ah knew. Their mistress had been marked with the monster's scent; which would set her up for being a victim to others of his kind. Both Ah and Un would now how to make sure that their beloved mistress was protected from harm. If anything happened to her, it would hurt them beyond belief. They loved her more than anything and would kill to protect her.
"What is the matter with you two?" questioned the young woman as she stepped into the dress that she had finished making the night before right before she went to bed. It had taken her several weeks just to be able to get the material. Then it had taken several more days to make the pattern for the dress and sew everything together. In her opinion, it had come along great. It was a great dress and her best work yet.
Giving a small twirl, Rin sighed out in utter pleasure as the material rubbed against her skin intimately. It felt so amazing and nice. Almost like when her midnight visitor's hand curved around her neck and held her. The image of that flashed through her head. She could still feel his hot breath on her neck. He smelt so heavenly, in a dark sensual way. Which was extremely. Everyone had said that it would smell like death and rotting meat.
A smile graced the young woman's pale pink lips and her hazel eyes twinkled as she remembered that the town's blacksmith, Shomaru, had asked for her to stop by sometime today. He had not told her why, but she had a pretty good guess what it was about. Out of all the men in the entire village, she liked him the most. The way that his muscled tensed when he raised his hammer about his head, then relaxed when he would bring it down the piece of metal on the anvil. The way that the muscles in his chest rippled under his shirt. And how his body build was lean and muscular instead of broad and muscular or even lean and willowy.
She chuckled to herself as she remembered the way that he quite noticeably showed his interest in her as well. They were always spending their free time together. Sometimes they would take a walk around the village and just talk about different things, even it was just about the Ah and Un or his work here in the village. Other times, even though it was not something decent maidens do, she would invite him over to her cottage for a nice hot meal. Ah-Un seemed to really like him, almost as much as she did, and that was what mattered to her the most. If her protectors did not like him, she would not have even acknowledged him after she helped him when he had moved to the town some time ago.
"Ah! Un" she called out for her dogs who instantly appeared at her feet with their long tails wagging. There were times that she was honestly shocked by just how quick they were. She just smiled at them and reached her hands down to scratch behind their huge ears. "Are you boy ready to go and see Shomaru?" she cooed at them.
Both of the dogs instantly started yipping like little pups and their tails started beating against the floor frantically. They absolutely loved and adored the blacksmith. It was just adorable how their triangular ears would perk up and their fur just quivered in excitement. Not to mention the way that they would just up and lick at her face until she would fall onto the ground or she opened the door to allow them to run outside.
"Okay, okay," Rin gasped out breathlessly. After pulling on her cloak, Rin jerked open the door as quickly as she could, allowing them to run outside, barking and yipping. A broad smile spread across her face as they jumped down from the platform that allowed everyone to walk with ease to their neighbor's home and waited patiently on the ground for her. It was a usual routine that she loved. The routine that she'd never grow tired of.
The sound of metal hitting against metal rang continuously. Red embers flew and danced through the air. Heat from the always going fire made the room hotter than the middle of summer. The body of a man bringing a hammer down continually onto sword that laid on top of the anvil was all that anybody could see through the bar-like doors that kept the common people out.
Shomaru was a drifter who came to the village a few years ago. The man was one who every young, single would yearned after. Yet, his eyes were on one and one alone, the beautiful Rin. He never had to work very hard to gain her attention. He already had it. Just like she had his attention. Only she had caught his eyes,
Leaning back away from the anvil, he swiped his forearm across his forehead where perspiration had formed. He had been very lucky and gracious to have received this job when he had come here. The other, older blacksmith that had been here had died from old age and the village was in desperate need for another. As luck would have it, for both the villagers and himself, Shomaru was a blacksmith by trade. They had worked out an arrangement for him to stay there and paid him nicely.
A ghost of smile curved his lips as he remembered when Rin graciously offered for him to stay at her home until his own was built. Most of the villagers had whispered dark things and stared at them for the longest time. Rin had rarely ever talked, much less offered her humble home to another. Especially not to strangers. Yet no one had stopped her for doing such a daring thing. Besides, she had a spare bed from when another had previously lived there with her. If he remembered correctly, it had been her mother.
He could still remember how those hazel eyes of hers had lit up the entire room when she had awoken to find breakfast waiting on her that following morning. There was absolutely no way he would allow a woman to starve to death when it seemed like she worked herself to the bone trying to make ends-meet. Shomaru had heard from others that not only was Rin a seamstress and a huntress, she would help the baker out and the local healer when they asked for it.
As lost in his thoughts and memories that he was of the beautiful woman he had not even realized that she had arrived. Never realized that she was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room watching him while he worked. Never felt her eyes taking in the sight of the muscles of his back rippling under his tight tunic as he pounded away on the sword before sticking it back inside of the fire to warm the metal again. He had not known of her presence until one of her dogs decided to bark and startle him out of his thoughts.
"Rin," he said in a slightly startled voice. "I did not see you there, girl."
Rin's laughter that was sweeter than honey filled the air as her hazel eyes sparkled like gems. So beautiful, his mind whispered as he stared at her dumbfounded almost.
"I apologize for not announcing my presence. I just enjoy watching you while you work," she laughed out. "It has always been so intriguing that I could not help myself."
"I see," was his grunted reply before he decided that the sword was finished and dropping into a barrel of water that he kept between the door and the anvil. "You arrived just in time."
"In time for what?" asked a very curious Rin as she wiggled around on the chair that he had specially made for her for when she would come to visit him.
Shomaru watched her from his peripheral vision while he pulled the sword out of the water and set it down on a nearby table. The dress she was wearing really clung to her soft, feminine curves. She was not quite as thin as some of the girls, but she surely was not as large as some of the woman that were in the village. She was in between and was absolutely perfect. That dress and its corset really accented her figure perfectly, like as if it was meant to entice a man and draw his attention. The deep, royal blue color really made her eyes pop beautifully. And the crimson cloak she wore over it helped to hide some of her figure, much to his disappointment.
"I missed your visit the other day," he said, trying to make conversation as he dug around the small chest that was behind the fire pit. He always had such a difficult time trying to make a decent conversation with her. It was pathetic and made him feel more like a youthful boy instead of a grown man.
"I had showed up right after you had left for the city," was her soft answer. She sounded so sad that it made his chest tighten in regret. He had tried to stay as long as possible just to see her, but alas he had to leave. "What is it like?"
Completely startled and thrown off by her question, Shomaru looked at her hesitantly for a brief moment. "Big, smokey. Filled with the vermin of the world," he teased her gently. It was always like this when he would leave for the city. She was just so curious about the outside world. The world that was outside of the Dark Forest, where she had lived her entire life.
Rin just laughed and shot him another bright smile. "Honestly, what is it like?" Her head cocked to the side in the most adorable and childlike fashion. She was always quite adorable.
He pondered. "It is quite big. Filled with a large amount of people. And different scents. Different colors," he whispered out. He finally had found what he was looking for. Every time he went to the city, he would always try to bring something special back just for her. The last time he had went he had asked for something to be specially made. This time he had went to the city to pick it up to bring it to her.
"Rin," he started slowly, not really sure where or how to begin. Clearing his throat, he continued. "We have known each other since you were fifteen, when you so kindly had taken me into your home. These past eight years have been the best years of my entire life. I know that I am five years your senior, which might seem too old. But." He stopped and studied her facial expressions as he set the small, little box in her lap where her hands clasped around it.
"What is this?" she whispered looking up at him for the briefest of seconds before opening the box. Inside was the most beautiful ring that Rin had ever seen in her life. "Sh-Shomaru? Wh-What?" Her mind was hazy as she thought about each of the words that he had spoken and worked through the meaning of them. Was . . . he courting her?
"I . . .I want you to become my wife, Rin. That is, only if you will have me." His voice held a hopeful note, yet it was colder than usual, as if he was already steeling himself for rejection. He always did something like that. There was times that it seemed as if he was two different people. For a second, she could have sworn that he sounded exactly like her midnight visitor from last night.
"Oh, Maru!" she gasped out before jumping out of the chair and right in his open arms. Her arms found their way around his neck, catching him off guard as she hugged him tightly to her. "Of course! I will become your wife!"
His strong arms wrapped around her waist as he hugged her tightly to his chest before he lifted her off the ground and spun her around the room. Their happy laughter and the dogs barking filled the entire room and echoed out into the street. This was just too perfect of a moment to be true. She had actually accepted his proposal. It felt so nice, he thought with a smile curving his lips up. Things were going just as planned. Yes, everything was falling perfectly into place.
"Here," he exclaimed excitedly. "Allow me to put the ring on your finger, milady." Rin could only nod as the plucked the silver band from the depth of the little box. Slowly, oh so slowly, he slipped the ring onto her left ring finger where it fit perfectly.
"It is so beautiful," Rin gasped out as she finally studied it in full detail. It honestly was absolutely gorgeous. There was a small stone in the center of it. A beautiful amethyst gem sat there, shining and gleaming up at her in the fire light. "I love it, Shomaru."
Shomaru's head dipped down allowing his long, black hair to blanket them from the view of the villagers that had suddenly gathered outside of his shop. He chuckled before he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. This day could not be even more perfect. "I had a feeling that you would when you had told me that you always wanted something that had been made from amethyst. And you, my darling Rin, make it even more beautiful."
A blush the color of scarlet coated Rin's normally pale as snow cheeks at his comment. He had called her beautiful, which sent a rush of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Obviously he thought that her innocence was amusing because he laughed. He truly and whole-heartedly laughed. In some odd way, it sounded almost like how her visitor would laugh had he ever laughed. Strange. Rin just pushed it aside. Shomaru was a respectable and honorable man. He was not a monster.
Sesshomaru's form sank as deep as possible in the hot spring that was buried in the depths of his cavern. His body was aching something fierce. The scent of Rin was still swirling in his mind and senses. He had snuck back into her home tonight and noted that his necklace was still around her beautiful throat. It seemed that she must have taken a liking to it, or else it would not have still been on her. The thought of that brought a smirk to his lips as he also spotted a ring that was on her finger.
With his hand resting on his muscular stomach, Sesshomaru lightly scratched at the scar that was there. How to go about the next part of his plan was something he was debating on. Golden eyes closed as he sank deeper in the soothing hot water of the spring. That stupid wench from the feeding of the night before had really upset his stomach. She apparently had some ailment that he had forgotten to check for and now he was paying the price for his stupidity. His stomach was all twisted up and he just felt sick.
Maybe someday really soon he would finally be able to change his victim of choice into the beautiful young Rin. Her taste would be so much sweeter and delectable. Her body would be much suppler. And her reactions would be even more innocent. Twenty-three years of age and she had yet to settle down with a husband to breed children. Much less take a man to her bed and allow him to take her maidenhood. A virgin and as innocent as the day she was born, Rin was the perfect victim.
The sound of four pairs of paws padding inside of the cave roused Sesshomaru from his musings, much to his displeasure. Looking over his shoulder he noticed two dogs, well they were not dogs like the villagers had originally been led to believe. They were much larger than your average dog. They were the size of full-bred timbre wolves, which was exactly what they were.
"How does she fair?" he growled. His words were in the language that the animals knew the best.
The bigger of the two who was obviously the alpha walked closer before sitting down at the edge of the pool and looking at Sesshomaru. His answer, "She is ecstatic about her engagement to the blacksmith."
"Goooood."
"Is that all, my Master?"
"You may leave now." With that, the two wolves left exactly the way they came, quietly. Well, well, well. Things were definitely going as he had planned. Thirteen more nights. Just thirteen more looong nights beforeshe could be his . . . forever. Just the thought of it made his blood burn beyond belief. Yes, and she would most definitely be his.
