AN: WARNING! This part will be pretty dark. You could probably just skip
this part, though it would be a little confusing ^_^*. Mmmkay? Oh, and,
yiss I am evil! Kukuku ; )
"But Rin, you must stay with us!" The pups whined as she took the newly refinished Tenseiga and Ookami's ruby blade and placed them gently into her pack. Sesshomaru's blade had been dipped into melted diamonds-melted using an immensely powerful Kitsune's flame- and thus its defense improved. And, yet, according to Yukima the swordsmith, it would never regain its power to revive.
"I can't, Hatsu, everywhere I go I bring trouble. If I hurt any of you I would never forgive myself." She struggled a smile at the wolf pup hanging on her leg.
"Promise to come back?" The cub said as its big brown eyes looked up longingly.
"Umm, sure…"
She walked slowly out of High Mount. The Yori and Warui Mountains didn't seem as magnificent as when she had entered. She stared back at the crevasse and saw that all of the plant had been destroyed, and the stream was no more. Out of the five thousand wolves that had once lived in High Mount, only five hundred survived. The raging fire had taken all; men, women, and children. And it was…
It was all her fault…
That night the dreams came. Again. She didn't know how to handle them, then. She was in the same place, the place of crimson skies and grass of blades. But she just…stood there. Nothing happened. No laughter. And then…horrible screams…. The sky rained down, the raindrops as red as the sky. The water of a nearby stream turned to blue flame that crackled and spread, ever closer to Rin. And then the flames took shape…They turned from blue to pale silver…. No, white…And armor appeared at its chest, with a flowing tail wrapped around its arm.
"Sesshomaru-sama…?"
"Betrayal…" It hissed, much unlike Sesshomaru's regular voice.
And then another voice...Rin struggled to stay awake to hear what it said…
"Yoojin suru mooso no ren'ai suru." A voice. Hers.
A noise awoke Rin. But the area was serene. Silent.
"Yoojin suru mooso no ren'ai suru…?" Rin struggled with the words. Old Japanese. She couldn't understand a word of it. Except….
"Yoojin…I am to beware something? Or am I the one people must beware..?" She thought, tears once again daring to overflow in her eyes.
"Its all my fault!" She screamed, slamming her fist onto the ground. A sharp stone pierced her hand; blood slowly seeped out of the wound.
"Maybe…. Maybe I don't deserve to life…" She muttered
"Perhaps I am more of a threat than anything else in this word…" She eyed the blade sitting inches from her hand. The moon reflected off of its blade, as if taunting her. She reached slowly for it, but then she remembered the smiles of the pups.
"Promise to come back?" They wanted her back…
She sighed, and pulled her hand away from the Tenseiga.
"But Rin, you must stay with us!" The pups whined as she took the newly refinished Tenseiga and Ookami's ruby blade and placed them gently into her pack. Sesshomaru's blade had been dipped into melted diamonds-melted using an immensely powerful Kitsune's flame- and thus its defense improved. And, yet, according to Yukima the swordsmith, it would never regain its power to revive.
"I can't, Hatsu, everywhere I go I bring trouble. If I hurt any of you I would never forgive myself." She struggled a smile at the wolf pup hanging on her leg.
"Promise to come back?" The cub said as its big brown eyes looked up longingly.
"Umm, sure…"
She walked slowly out of High Mount. The Yori and Warui Mountains didn't seem as magnificent as when she had entered. She stared back at the crevasse and saw that all of the plant had been destroyed, and the stream was no more. Out of the five thousand wolves that had once lived in High Mount, only five hundred survived. The raging fire had taken all; men, women, and children. And it was…
It was all her fault…
That night the dreams came. Again. She didn't know how to handle them, then. She was in the same place, the place of crimson skies and grass of blades. But she just…stood there. Nothing happened. No laughter. And then…horrible screams…. The sky rained down, the raindrops as red as the sky. The water of a nearby stream turned to blue flame that crackled and spread, ever closer to Rin. And then the flames took shape…They turned from blue to pale silver…. No, white…And armor appeared at its chest, with a flowing tail wrapped around its arm.
"Sesshomaru-sama…?"
"Betrayal…" It hissed, much unlike Sesshomaru's regular voice.
And then another voice...Rin struggled to stay awake to hear what it said…
"Yoojin suru mooso no ren'ai suru." A voice. Hers.
A noise awoke Rin. But the area was serene. Silent.
"Yoojin suru mooso no ren'ai suru…?" Rin struggled with the words. Old Japanese. She couldn't understand a word of it. Except….
"Yoojin…I am to beware something? Or am I the one people must beware..?" She thought, tears once again daring to overflow in her eyes.
"Its all my fault!" She screamed, slamming her fist onto the ground. A sharp stone pierced her hand; blood slowly seeped out of the wound.
"Maybe…. Maybe I don't deserve to life…" She muttered
"Perhaps I am more of a threat than anything else in this word…" She eyed the blade sitting inches from her hand. The moon reflected off of its blade, as if taunting her. She reached slowly for it, but then she remembered the smiles of the pups.
"Promise to come back?" They wanted her back…
She sighed, and pulled her hand away from the Tenseiga.