"Well what about you then?"
"Me?"
"Yes, you. From when do you hail?"
"The twenty first century." And then she giggled. Why was that so funny? Sesshoumaru didn't know, but what he did know was that he needed to sit.
His world was gone. Five centuries had passed... His ward was definitely long deceased by now, but perhaps she had left behind a legacy. A family perhaps.
He wished...
He hoped.
Whenever he got out of this infernal curse he would search for them, and tell them personally of his ward. His beautiful daughter Rin.
And suddenly his heart ached.
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