Disclaimer and Such:
I do not own Inuyasha. I wish I did, but I don't. *cries* Please read and review. It really helps to raise my self-esteem. Flames are welcome. Everything else is welcome too. This story is a result of being sad and having nothing else to do. It is, I suppose, a Rin/Sesshoumaru (who cares about age?) depending on how you decipher the words within the story. Tabby, please don't kill me for writing this.
Italics are flashbacks.
Never a Happy Ending
The young woman smiled and sighed. A rush of cold wind splashed across her face, chilling her to the bone. She wrapped her arms around her thin body in an attempt to warm herself.
"Sesshoumaru…" A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Rin. I want you to run behind those rocks and stay there." The girl nodded, turning and running towards the direction the youkai pointed. She leaped and landed in the dirt on the other side of the rocks, her tiny porcelain face peeking out.
"Please be careful Sesshoumaru-kun." she whispered.
The young woman looked up at the sky. A single tear was frozen in place on her cheek.
"Why did you have to die?" she fell to the ground.
"Why?!"
"Die!!" Inuyasha yelled, waving the Tetsusaiga madly in the air. He jumped, landing a few feet from Sesshoumaru. The other youkai grinned sadistically. "Not before you, half-blood!" The youkai growled. He landed facing Inuyasha. His brother. His half-brother.
Suddenly, Sesshoumaru's face was filled with shock. He tried to grab onto Inuyasha's shoulders for support. The dog-demon just smirked and stepped back. Gripping his stomach in pain, he collapsed to the ground. He lifted his hand from his stomach and tried desperately to catch his breath when he saw a pool of dark blood resting in his palm.
"No! Sesshoumaru-kun!" Rin ran out from behind the rocks towards the dying youkai. "Sesshoumaru…" Rin cried, hugging him to her small body. "Don't die… Please… I still need you…" She choked out.
"Rin" he said weakly, "Aishireru."
"Kagome got her happy ending!" She shouted, angrily, her fists pounding into the snowy ground. Then, more quietly, as if she were afraid the words were made of glass, "So why couldn't I?