"Lord Sesshomaru!" the cheerful chirp of a child called to him. The daiyoukai turned his cold gaze away from the bright, cloudless sky. As he saw his ward running towards him from the human village, his eyes softened. Though, as he saw the red blur that was his brother following behind, he didn't try to hide his distaste. "Lord Sesshomaru, I am so happy to see you!" She beamed a precious smile to him, and he placed an elegant hand on top her head.

"I trust that you are well, Rin." his deep, monotonous tone flowed to her, causing her to giggle in delight. Reaching into his sleeve, he pulled a vibrant green, silk bundle. Her eyes widened, and she chimed her thanks, and gently opened her new gift. A beautiful, delicate hand mirror was pulled from the package, causing her to gasp in awe. It was the first time her Lord did not bring her a doll or Kimono. The vibrant silver patterns of vines and poppy flowers twisted and twined the handle and back of the mirror. Rin looked at her reflection in surprise.

"This is much clearer than the river, my Lord, thank you very much!" She smiled up at him, her expression filled with love. "Will you be staying any longer, my Lord?" Frowning slightly as he shook his head slowly, she smiled again and bowed. "Thank you for the gift again, my Lord. I cannot wait to see you on your next visit." And with her new treasure safely held to her chest, she ran past Inuyasha to Kaede's cabin.

"Keh, never see that kid that happy unless you're around." the hanyou gruffed, as he stood beside his half brother to look over the village just below the hill. "I'm surprised you still visit," he said wistfully, think over the 3 years that past since peace fell over the lands. He looked at Sesshomaru from the corner of his eye, sighing when he realized his brother would stand in silence until he left. "Eh, bastard." he mumbled, and made his way back to the village as well.

Sesshomaru then turned to walk through the trees; it was a nice, warm day after all. His mind wandered, as it often did in these recent years, and he found himself stepping into the well clearing. It smelt of miko, and his brother, though the scent was faded. He stepped toward the well, and peered inside. Indulging in the whim to jump, he ended up in the bottom. It was damp, but no magic was held here anymore. Allowing himself to sigh outwardly, he prepared to launch himself out of the well. Though the peace was something he would not throw away due to his boredom, he was extremely bored. He longed for a fight, or at least something other than wandering the lands where everything changed as he remained the same.

As he lost himself to his melancholy, a sudden pulse of power surrounded him. His hand grabbed the hilt of his sword, but the power seemed harmless. He suddenly heard a voice echoing with the power, "I wish Sesshomaru was here,". A swirling of blue light in a black void surrounded him, and he felt himself being pulled. His curiosity overrode any sense caution when he arrived in the strange world. The room was cloaked in darkness, but he easily saw his surroundings. He seemed to be in a shabby hut, filled with odd objects. Without turning his head, he heard running water and sensed the human girl. Though she did not originally see him, Sesshomaru watched her briefly through the thin film that surrounded her and the water. Hn, he sounded mentally before turning to return to the room to see where he was.

The state she was in caused him mild amusement, and after she continued to injure herself on his armor, he felt his brow twitch at her foul language.

...

He looked confused, rightfully so; I knew it was hard to swallow the idea that you don't exist. For the past two hours he poured over the pages of the manga, I even popped a couple of my DVDs in for him to watch his animated self glide along the screen. His beautiful, confused face was surprising. I always saw him as stoic, but he looked like a confused teenager, especially since he discarded the heavy armor. I watched him cautiously, made sure my movements were slow and deliberate, so he wouldn't see me as a threat. Though, his eyes never even flickered back to where I had been sitting.

In the silence of the late night, I took advantage of him being distracted to really stare at him. His skin seemed to glow with near parchment whiteness, moon kissed and pale. His features were delicate, feminine, almost too beautiful to look upon, but his face held a hidden dark masculinity that made me shiver. The light markings on his cheekbones and forehead were not simple outlines filled with colour, but intricate, beautiful swirls and patterns, like delicate tattoos. His brows looked grey at first, but were a burnished silver tone, matching long lashes that were decorated with slim, magenta markings. I felt like such a stalker, staring at him like he were some sort of god. But I couldn't help it. And when his eyes suddenly snapped up to meet mine, I let out an audible gasp, and felt my heart skip.

Though when his eyes narrowed dangerously, my blood began to run cold. What had I done, oh god he can smell me right? I mean, I was just thinking about those lovely lips, and perfect eyes, and maybe his fangs running over my throat, and his strong hands on my a- A throaty growl interrupted my perverse thoughts, and I scolded myself when I realized I had been staring him in the eyes for too long. I quickly looked down at my hands, and felt his gaze linger on me. I need to behave.