She hesitated, absently biting her lip as she deliberated. He had a right to know; after all, she wasn't the only one hurt that night. There were parts that she was ashamed of, emotions she couldn't explain and wasn't sure he would understand even if she could. "It's a long story," she said finally, quietly.
Sesshoumaru watched her, positive she would refuse to tell him and start the battle of wills between them once again. Something inside of him relaxed though as she gave just a little. Confident he would hear the whole story, he leaned back in the chair and made himself comfortable. "This one will listen until you are finished."
She closed her eyes and knowing there was nothing at this point she could do to put it off, leaned back as well. She curled up in the arm chair with her knees pressed against her chest and chin settled on her knees. Silently, she picked through memories, trying to decide where to start.
There was a part of him, a side of his nature he had thought reacted only to Rin, that wished to coddle the girl. He almost decided against having her speak. Ruthlessly, he squashed those emotions and studied her; her skin had paled the further she drifted away from him and it wasn't hard to see that she was close to withdrawing from him mentally, if she hadn't already. Frustrated, with both himself and her, he moved to speak but stopped as her soft voice filled the room.
"I was 18," she said softly, her voice rougher as she clearly lost herself in memories, "when I first met him."
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