Thank you to SessRinLover and Itzatakahashi for reviewing! And to answer your question, yes! Sesshomaru is more emotional when he's stoned! I thought it would help with the character development and be a good excuse/tool for him to open up more! In this story I really want to get down to the core of who Sesshomaru is. Let me know if there are ANY questions about our favorite dog Lord that you want answered! :)
Chapter Sixteen
Sesshomaru sat on the window ledge overlooking the western mountains, Rin sleeping soundly in their bed behind him. Today would mark the third day since he had marked her. Hopefully she would start to feel better today. She hadn't changed much by any means, but her features were somehow sharper. Within the past hour or so, she'd grown her own small length of fluffy black fur. He'd refrained from running his fingers through it though, knowing how sensitive the organ was it would surely wake her if he did. Inuyasha and his family would be arriving tomorrow, no doubt he would smell the change from miles away and have time to fester over it.
'Hopefully he will brace Kagome and not let it come as a surprise," Sesshomaru thought. He sniffed the air and turned back to his mate, now on the third day he was relieved to finally be able to smell the small beginnings of a child in Rin's belly. The mere thought made his heart flutter, and that act in and of itself sent fear coursing through his veins. Oh, how he feared being a father. Feared being a failure. Feared being hated by his own flesh and blood, as he had hated his own father for centuries before finally making peace, albeit after he was already long gone. Would that be his fate? To be hated by his child? Even in death?
'If only I could speak with father,' he thought. 'Sure I can talk to Diaroku...but it just isn't the same." He turned back to look out at the landscape, watching as one of his generals barked orders at a group of young apprentice assassins. He scoffed at the action and made a mental note to correct it. He'd never once raised his voice in his many many lessons with Rin. He Had always been calm and cool with her trail and error, taking patience to show her the right way. These were the same methods that his father used to teach him when he was young. These were the methods that turned him, and now Rin, into a literal killing machine. Even before her transformation, she didn't look like much, but she could take down a whole company of human men singlehanded without so much as breaking a sweat. Lower level demons were nothing more than a flick of the wrist for her to dispose of. Sesshomaru could take all of the credit, however, her skill was in great part attributed to her own will power and determination. All she ever wanted to do was make her Lord proud.
'And that she has,' he thought. 'She's made me proud beyond measure.'
"Mmm, you smell delicious, my lord," Sesshomaru turned and watched with amusement as Rin curled into her new fur and ran her fingers through it before jolting awake and looking around wildly.
"What the hell was that?"
"Relax Rin," Sesshomaru rose from his perch and crossed the room to her.
"You've grown you're own fur."
"Oh...b-b-but how did it grow that fast?," she stammered.
"It's nowhere near done, it'll grow fast for the first couple of years until it outgrows you, and then as time goes on it will grow more gradually, but it will get longer nonetheless."
"That. Is. So. Cool!," she squealed and ran her fingers through it. "I've always envied yours! And now I have my own! Tell me, how long will it get?" She gazed up at him with excitement and he laughed, expecting as much. This was coming from the girl who had never had a haircut. Desperate to grow her long raven locks as long as possible.
"Don't worry, you can use Diaroku as an example, he's ancient. My father was even older than he is now and his fur was enormous. Did you know that dog demons never stop growing? We don't reach the size of giants by any means. But my grandfather was well over eight feet tall before he died. And positively massive in his true form," he shivered.
"Oh...that sounds so cool. Sesshomaru this is so cool," she giggled and looked around, still feeling the effects of her "medicine" as she'd only taken about a thirty minute nap.
"I'm glad that you're pleased with it all," he kissed the tip of her nose and curled his fingers into her fur as she often did his, finally appreciating the sensation. Now he realized why she'd sought comfort in his own fur all these years, it was heavenly! He couldn't feel the softness of his own hair, but Rin's was like a cloud.
"I feel better now than I did before."
"That's good. I'm glad. I'm glad we found a solution to help you with the pain. Seeing you like that...even for a moment. I can't stand it."
"I know," she put a hand on his face. "You didn't have to be so mean to your uncle though. He was just trying to help," she offered gently and he grimaced, remembering slapping his uncles hand away...with a little bit of claw, when he came to drop off some more herbs for Rin.
"Well he shouldn't have tried to touch you," he pouted.
"Sesshomaru...darling. He was trying to show me how to smoke it out of a paper, which we found was much easier after you removed your claws from the back of his hand and allowed him to demonstrate."
"Okay. Yes. I have a temper when it comes to you. But I always have."
"Oh trust me I know. Remember when you put Kagome's wrist in a death lock cause she was trying to feel me for a fever?," she teased.
"Those weren't exactly warm times between my brother and I, you'll have to excuse my trying to protect you," he rolled his eyes. "Nevertheless, I'm beginning to tolerate them more...for your sake at least...is that progress?"
"Yes...it's progress," she mimicked him and kissed the tip of his nose which earned a small smile. Inside he was a festering pool of anxiety and nerves, but he would never ever let her on to the fact.
"Are you hungry?," he asked, trying to chase his fears away and distract himself.
"Yes...it's weird. I wonder when that will wear off?"
"I'm not sure...that's a question for Diaroku."
"Will you go and get me some food?"
"What would you like?," he smirked.
"Hmmm...whatever they have down in the kitchen I suppose...ooooooh can I have some rice balls?"
"Of course. I'll return soon," he kissed her lips and took his leave. Rin sat back against the pillows dissatisfied and uneasy. Sesshomaru was hiding something from her, she just knew it. She could see it in his eyes. Those same dark amber eyes that had mesmerized her since the moment she looked into them for the first time. Rin had studied his eyes for hours on end, the amount of time she'd spent staring into his deep pools would probably amount to weeks, or even months if you counted it all together. She'd seen them full of love, sadness, anger, annoyance, incomparable fury, even uncertainty. But just now they were filled with an emotion that she'd never seen; fear. The very thought made her stomach turn. What on earth could scare Sesshomaru? A man who's strength and power run ranked above all others. He could conquer anyone and anything. So what was he afraid of? She had to find out.
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