Name of Story: Because Of A Wish

Summary: Rin is a little nobody that doesn't get a second glance form anyone. She spends most of her time reading manga about demons. When she wishes demons were real, she gets more than she bargained for.

Name of Chapter: Exhaustion

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Rin gasped, seeing the tree slam into the bench where she just sat moments ago. She clung to Sesshomaru, afraid that another tree would be flying at them and she would be dropped. This has not been her greatest day.

"What was that?" Rin asked Sesshomaru as he landed on the ground and looked around furiously, his golden eyes full of anger. His grip around her shoulders and knees tightened in anticipation for the next assault. He sniffed the air and found only traces of one of the Oni's clan member. He frowned. This should not be happening.

Suddenly, it began again. Sesshomaru jumped to the side, nearly missing a large oak tree. A small shriek left Rin's lips. She turned her head, burying it in Sesshomaru's chest. She felt Sesshomaru jump again then land on the ground.

"Open your eyes, Rin," he softly told her. "It has stopped."

She opened her eyes, hesitantly and looked at the third tree that had almost killed them.

"Are you sure it has stopped?" Rin asked in a quiet voice as Sesshomaru set her on the ground. She was worried. She noticed her arms were trembling as well as her legs. She moved closer to Sesshomaru.

He nodded, her ice golden eyes scanning their surroundings. Something was off. He couldn't just put a claw on it. Why were the scents appearing a millisecond before the crash of trees then disappearing as soon as they come?

Unless...

"Shadows," He whispered to himself, low enough that the frail human beside him couldn't hear him. They were the most hated being in the Shakai. The Oni used them. The Shadows were hard to detect until the millisecond before their attack then they disappeared as fast they came. They also had strength. More strength then he did, as much as he'd like to admit it.

His heart skipped a beat, hearing a change in the close to non-existent wind. A whizzing noise, like an arrow being released from a bow before it found a target. Without hesitating, he moved in front of Rin, shielding her body. A second later, he felt it.

The arrow pierced his shoulder, sinking into his skin and scraping his blade. He grunted, digging his claws into his palms. He barely felt the pain. He was used to pain.

He was just glad Rin didn't get hit with the arrow. It would have killed her instantly.

"Sesshomaru?" He looked down at Rin; her warm brown eyes were filling with tears. "Are you okay?"

He nodded. "I feel no pain, Rin. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. You're the one with an arrow sticking out of your shoulder." Rin retorted, seeing the feathered end of the arrow.

Sesshomaru reached behind him with is uninjured arm and tugged the arrow out of his skin. He looked at the point, shaft, and fletching. A smile tugged at his lips. This was an ordinary arrow. Harmful to both humans and demons. But non lethal.

Rin gasped, seeing him tug the arrow from his shoulder and be completely fine. The point was crimson with Sesshomaru's blood. The shaft was wooden and the fletching were feathers, not plastic like the ones today.

She looked at his shoulder and found the wound was completely healed all ready. All that remain was a hole in his shirt stained with his blood.

"The wound is gone." She said in awe. She touched the skin where the arrow pierced it. It was smooth and scar free.

"Demons heal fast, Rin," Sesshomaru explained to her. He suppressed a shiver at Rin's gentle touch on his skin.

Rin nodded, remembering how fast he healed in Demon Powers. She swallowed.

"We should go before more danger comes." Sesshomaru told her, scanning the area with his Arctic golden eyes. The Shadows were gone, at least for now. He didn't want to stay and risk Rin's life more that it has all ready been risked.

"Okay."

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Rin yawned then furiously tried blinking away her drowsiness as she tried focusing on the lecture her Art teacher was giving to the class about what made the famous artworks famous. Needless to say, sleeping sounded more interesting to Rin.

She propped her chin on her and closed her eyes. She hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night. After Sesshomaru brought her home, her mother, Gico, and Bankostu were waiting for her. The second she walked in the door, she was bombarded with questions of her whereabouts. How did she get out, who was she with, and why she was out so late.

However, she was just told them she took a walk to clear her mind and blow off some steam. And that she was now tired and didn't want to talk about shit that happened almost eighteen years ago.

Instead of sleeping like she wanted, her insomnia kept her up. So, she drew.

She finished the portrait of Sesshomaru. She drew him wounded, dripping blood on her carpet, from a battle she has yet to know of. When she was done, the picture looked like how Sesshomaru was the other night.

Hurt.

"Tired, Rin?" Sesshomaru voice came beside her at their table.

"Very," Rin answered in a quiet voice. "I was still up when the sun came up this morning."

Sesshomaru gave her a confusing look. He thought this was odd that she was awake at sunrise this morning. When he walked her home, she looked like she was about to fall asleep standing up.

"My insomnia," Rin told him, sensing his questioning gaze. "Too much on my mind to sleep.

Sesshomaru nodded, his golden eyes narrowed, "I see."

"Oh." Rin's eyes snapped open, remembering her drawing. She dug her sketch book out of her bag and opened to a page. "I finished my drawing of you last night." Her cheeks flushed at how weird that sentence sounded. "I hope you like it."

Sesshomaru looked at the picture and his eyes widened. The picture looked exactly how he looked the other night, wounded after his fight with Haru.

He was amazed at all the small details Rin captured. The dripping of his blood. The emotion in his eyes. The light streaming in from the broken behind him. The tears in his clothing. Everything was amazing. It was like a professional photograph.

"You have a gift, Rin." Sesshomaru told her, giving back her sketch book.

"Thanks. I love to draw." Rin's cheeks darkened at his compliment.

"This is for you." Sesshomaru handed Rin his sketch book, opened to a page.

Rin gasped, seeing herself in his book. She was curled in the fetal position, asleep, with her hands underneath her head as a make shift pillow.

Just like her, Sesshomaru captured every essence. The soft expression on her face. The wrinkles on her top. The soft waves her brown hair. It was beautiful.

"It's wonderful, Sesshomaru." Rin smiled at him.

Despite himself, Sesshomaru gave her a small smile in return.

To Be Continued…

Well, my aunt let me use her computer so I could finish this chapter that I started last month. I hope you all love it. Sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I've been busy. Well, got to go now.

R&R Kindly please!

Drama Kagome