I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters mentioned in this story.


Sesshomaru visited her once a month, on the mornings following the new moon. And always bearing a gift. This time he brought her choice fabrics of silk and satin. He never said much or stayed very long, as if merely wandering through while on the way to give some unknown demon grief.

"But can't Rin come?" she would always ask when he turned to leave.

"No," he would always answer, and without stopping.

She stood under the hut's entrance, watching him fly away until he was lost from sight.

Unbeknownst to her were the worried stares from the hut adjacent to hers.


This is my first SessRin fic but not my first fanfiction. I just couldn't resist the urge to write it in the wake of the Yashahime news.

Romance isn't my strongest suit though. With this fic I intend to work on that. This story will be told in roughly 100-word snippets, meaning every chapter will be at least that and sometimes a little more.

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