Disclaimer- I don't own these characters. They are the original creation
of Rumiko Takahashi. I'm just borrowing them.
Rating: PG-13 Pair: Rin/Sess translations: ano-um; ga daisu. . .- I lo . . .(love); matteiru- ill be waiting
A/N: welcome back minna. For those of you who haven't read Shooting Star, I suggest you go back and read it or else Sess will seem even more ooc than he does now =p Though, it's not really mandatory since this fic pretty much stands on its own. to everyone else: this scene is three years after where the first fic (second ending) leaves off. If you want it to continue from the first ending then ignore the prologue and start with chapter one. Hope that isn't too confusing. enjoy!
She blushed under the intensity of his eyes, silent gold flickering at her like candle flames in the dim light. His stare penetrated her small frame, making her shiver despite the warm summer air.
He refrained from touch, but merely gazed- still struggling, she presumed, to accept the frail frame of her humanity; his own body teeming with power that could easily break her.
Shyly, she loosened the bindings of her kimono, easing an edge down to expose a pale shoulder. The rustle of cloth marred the otherwise perfect silence as he stood- entranced by her image.
But he forced his gaze away, his hand slightly brushed hers, silently bidding her to cease.
"Sesshoumaru-sama?"
He nearly smiled at her. Or rather, he tried.
"This isn't why I sent Jaken away."
Her brows twisted in confusion.
"You know where we are going tomorrow."
She nodded. "Inu Yasha forest."
"You'll be staying with Kaede."
Silence.
She felt his words weigh her down. Separation? Was he really going to leave her behind? That wasn't new, but why? Why was she being taken care of by someone else?
His hand reached out, brushing a strand of her ebony hair behind her ear. His hand lingered near the surface of her skin, but he paused. Pulling away he turned to leave.
"Ano . . . when," she hardly whispered, "when . . are you coming back?"
He stopped. Her heart pounded. She had imagined that question a million times, but never had she asked before.
He turned to look and watched as she struggled to hide her apprehension. His steps were slow, graceful, his approach silent as he gracefully strode to her side, touching her cheek affectionately.
His touch was gentle, hardly a touch at all. More like a whisper she could feel murmured against her cheek.
But like a match against her, his touch elicited a fiery blush she was sure he could feel let alone see.
She looked away shyly. "Gomen. I shouldn't have asked. I'll wait for Sesshoumaru-sama. Sesshoumaru- same ga daisu* . ."
He pressed his lips against hers firmly, before softening his touch in remembrance of the gentleness she had taught him.
Her eyes widened in surprise to the suddenness of his kiss. Why was he acting like this. . . he never showed so much passion before- almost desperate in a sense, almost . . . sad. Like a goodbye, when he had never said goodbye all those times in the past. . .
Sesshoumaru . . .
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he held her.
Boldened by his move, she threw her arms around him. Her fingers threaded through the silkiness of his long silver hair, the other clinging to his warmth. His grip tightened and his arm held her close, almost possessively; and yet she felt like they were already miles apart. Returning his kiss with all the love she could muster, she clung to him as well, trying to engrave the memory of his touch. . . trying to hold onto this rare moment.
Matteiru*. . . Sesshoumaru-sama
Rin sat up startled. She searched the dark room, but there were only slumbering shadows surrounding her.
Another dream. . . .
She looked out the small window, at the threads of pale moonlight stretching across the windowpane and thought for a moment of Sesshoumaru's silver hair. The feel of his hair was still fresh in her mind . . .
But it was only a dream . . .
She sighed. It felt so real. She had dreamt of the night of their departure for two weeks now. Each dream became more vivid and imaginative with each night.
Rin blushed to think of what she had just dreamt. She blushed even more when she recalled Sesshoumaru's part in the dream. Her hand wandered to her forehead. Yes he had kissed her that night. But not the kiss of a lover; it was merely a chaste kiss on her forehead, like a father would give a child.
Rin flopped back down onto her pillow. It had only been two weeks and yet she already missed him desperately.
She shut her eyes, trying to hold onto her image of him, but slowly forfeited the image to a mind steadily fogging with drowsiness.
"Matteiru, Sesshoumaru-sama." She murmured sleepily, before her mind slowly drowsed into dreamlessness.
Rating: PG-13 Pair: Rin/Sess translations: ano-um; ga daisu. . .- I lo . . .(love); matteiru- ill be waiting
A/N: welcome back minna. For those of you who haven't read Shooting Star, I suggest you go back and read it or else Sess will seem even more ooc than he does now =p Though, it's not really mandatory since this fic pretty much stands on its own. to everyone else: this scene is three years after where the first fic (second ending) leaves off. If you want it to continue from the first ending then ignore the prologue and start with chapter one. Hope that isn't too confusing. enjoy!
She blushed under the intensity of his eyes, silent gold flickering at her like candle flames in the dim light. His stare penetrated her small frame, making her shiver despite the warm summer air.
He refrained from touch, but merely gazed- still struggling, she presumed, to accept the frail frame of her humanity; his own body teeming with power that could easily break her.
Shyly, she loosened the bindings of her kimono, easing an edge down to expose a pale shoulder. The rustle of cloth marred the otherwise perfect silence as he stood- entranced by her image.
But he forced his gaze away, his hand slightly brushed hers, silently bidding her to cease.
"Sesshoumaru-sama?"
He nearly smiled at her. Or rather, he tried.
"This isn't why I sent Jaken away."
Her brows twisted in confusion.
"You know where we are going tomorrow."
She nodded. "Inu Yasha forest."
"You'll be staying with Kaede."
Silence.
She felt his words weigh her down. Separation? Was he really going to leave her behind? That wasn't new, but why? Why was she being taken care of by someone else?
His hand reached out, brushing a strand of her ebony hair behind her ear. His hand lingered near the surface of her skin, but he paused. Pulling away he turned to leave.
"Ano . . . when," she hardly whispered, "when . . are you coming back?"
He stopped. Her heart pounded. She had imagined that question a million times, but never had she asked before.
He turned to look and watched as she struggled to hide her apprehension. His steps were slow, graceful, his approach silent as he gracefully strode to her side, touching her cheek affectionately.
His touch was gentle, hardly a touch at all. More like a whisper she could feel murmured against her cheek.
But like a match against her, his touch elicited a fiery blush she was sure he could feel let alone see.
She looked away shyly. "Gomen. I shouldn't have asked. I'll wait for Sesshoumaru-sama. Sesshoumaru- same ga daisu* . ."
He pressed his lips against hers firmly, before softening his touch in remembrance of the gentleness she had taught him.
Her eyes widened in surprise to the suddenness of his kiss. Why was he acting like this. . . he never showed so much passion before- almost desperate in a sense, almost . . . sad. Like a goodbye, when he had never said goodbye all those times in the past. . .
Sesshoumaru . . .
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he held her.
Boldened by his move, she threw her arms around him. Her fingers threaded through the silkiness of his long silver hair, the other clinging to his warmth. His grip tightened and his arm held her close, almost possessively; and yet she felt like they were already miles apart. Returning his kiss with all the love she could muster, she clung to him as well, trying to engrave the memory of his touch. . . trying to hold onto this rare moment.
Matteiru*. . . Sesshoumaru-sama
Rin sat up startled. She searched the dark room, but there were only slumbering shadows surrounding her.
Another dream. . . .
She looked out the small window, at the threads of pale moonlight stretching across the windowpane and thought for a moment of Sesshoumaru's silver hair. The feel of his hair was still fresh in her mind . . .
But it was only a dream . . .
She sighed. It felt so real. She had dreamt of the night of their departure for two weeks now. Each dream became more vivid and imaginative with each night.
Rin blushed to think of what she had just dreamt. She blushed even more when she recalled Sesshoumaru's part in the dream. Her hand wandered to her forehead. Yes he had kissed her that night. But not the kiss of a lover; it was merely a chaste kiss on her forehead, like a father would give a child.
Rin flopped back down onto her pillow. It had only been two weeks and yet she already missed him desperately.
She shut her eyes, trying to hold onto her image of him, but slowly forfeited the image to a mind steadily fogging with drowsiness.
"Matteiru, Sesshoumaru-sama." She murmured sleepily, before her mind slowly drowsed into dreamlessness.
