Disclaimer~ Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, Shonen Sunday, etc.
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Seeing Can Be Deceiving
Chapter 14
by sunny1388
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In the morning back at the cave, there was a much better mood.
Well, sort of.
Rin had made a full recovery. Now, she was better than ever and her health was completely fine, not one scar from the chicken pox.
But things were far from happy.
It seemed that Chicken Pox should not mix with demon blood, well, at least not the demon blood of a certain emotionless dog-youkai.
Sesshomaru's chicken pox were all gone and there was no trace of them left, even with all his disobedient scratching. But now Sesshomaru seemed to be suffering from a mix of illnesses including symtoms of the flu and colds.
He had a high fever and was constantly in a bad mood.
As the day wore on, they all began to pity Jaken who was covered with bruises from being randomly snatched up by his master and tossed out of the cave. The worst bump had been from only a few moments ago, when the fever had made Sesshomaru dizzy and he had flung the toad the opposite way, right into the hard, cold stone at the back of the cave.
Miroku sighed and walked over to where the demon now sat, his eyes a bit unfocused. He grabbed Sesshomaru by the shoulder not wrapped by his fluffy tail and pushed him down to the ground.
Sango also came over holding out Kagome's unzipped sleeping bag.
A few minutes later, they had Sesshomaru bundled and zipped up in the red sleeping bag.
The biggest trouble they had was when they were trying to figure out what to do with his tail. In the end, it was Rin who had solved this problem, telling them that when Sesshomaru had been forced to sleep on the ground, he used his tail as a pillow so his hair wouldn't get dirty.
Miroku and Sango had exchanged a few strange looks before they decided to listen to Rin.
Now, Sesshomaru slept peacefully in the back of the cave, his silver-haired head resting on his fluffy and very, very light pink tail.
~*~
As Sesshomaru napped, Miroku and Sango went to sit outside the cave and they began to talk (and argue) about where Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippo were.
Sango was worried,
"They should've been back by now! It's been a day since Inuyasha left!"
But Miroku was surprisingly calm. He took Sango's hand and gave it a little squeeze.
"Do not forget, Inuyasha was human when he left. He cannot travel as fast like that, especially since he has to track like us humans, instead of using his sense of smell."
Sango gave a little nod, acknowlidging that Miroku had a point. Then, her eyes went to gaze out over the forest as she started to think.
Never missing a chance to be lecherous, even at a time like this, Miroku gave Sango's hand that he still held another comforting squeeze. Then, the cursed hand moved to another part of Sango's body, giving that a little squeeze too.
~*~
Inside the cave, Rin winced as she heard the sound of Sango's slap echoing in their little cave.
She glanced over to Sesshomaru, who had started coughing again and sighed miserably. She didn't mean to make Sesshomaru-sama sick, but she felt like it was all her fault.
Deciding that she had to be by herself for a bit, Rin got up and sneaked easily past the fighting humans who were supposed to be guarding the door.
Not much of a challenge.
She quietly walked off in the other direction into the woods and looked around.
The bright morning sunlight was shining through the leaves hanging from branches overhead giving everything a soft green glow. Rin could hear some birds chirping and the rustling of the leaves when a light wind blew past, catching a few strands of her hair and tossing them around playfully.
Clasping her hands behind her back, Rin straightened and started humming softly.
She didn't really know what song it was, probably from her childhood or something. Maybe her mother taaught it to her. Rin suddenly stopped and sniffed, rubbing a hand over her eyes. The walk was supposed to make her feel better, not worse!
She sighed wistfully. Life with Sesshomaru-sama was good, even though Jaken was a little annoying sometimes. She just wished she could remember something about her past. She knew that she had died before and Sesshomaru-sama had revived her, maybe that was why she couldn't remember anything! She would have to ask him...but her heart suddenly sank. She didn't know if she remembered her past before her death. Maybe she had forgotten a long time ago.
Rin was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even see the metal blade lying on the ground in front of her until she tripped over it!
Her foot caught in the chain and she fell, accidentally slicing a cut on her foot.
Rin tried to get up, but the cut stopped her from walking, so instead, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked around.
She found herself in some sort of clearing. She also saw that she had tripped over someone's weapon and winced. Sesshomaru-sama had always warned her about sharp things.
But suddenly she became scared, what if the person who owned the blade would get mad at her? Rin shuddered, not wanting to anger anyone when she was outside alone. She wished Sesshomaru-sama was here.
Rin waited, knowing that she couldn't walk, and after a while when no one had come to kill her, she looked around again and saw a boy, a few years older than her, sprawled out on the ground across the clearing, sheltered under a large tree.
Hesistantly getting up, Rin crawled over to him, wincing whenever she touched her injury.
When she got over to him, she sat up next to him and looked curiously at the boy. He seemed to be asleep.
He had black hair long enough to be tied up a bit. He also had long black bangs that covered his face. He seemed to be fine, and only seemed to be resting there. But he had weird clothes.
Rin had never seen anything like them, but they looked like some sort of armor. Suddenly, she remembered one time when they had met a demon hunter. Of course Sesshomaru-sama had killed him, but now Rin's finally gotten to meet one that's alive!
Strange though, he seemed to be about her age, but maybe a bit older.
Slowly moving her hand forward, Rin carefully pushed his bangs up and looked at his face for the first time.
She was right! The demon-hunter was just her age.
Suddenly, the boy began moving! His eyes opened and he stared right into the large brown eyes that were staring back into his
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Seeing Can Be Deceiving
Chapter 14
by sunny1388
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the morning back at the cave, there was a much better mood.
Well, sort of.
Rin had made a full recovery. Now, she was better than ever and her health was completely fine, not one scar from the chicken pox.
But things were far from happy.
It seemed that Chicken Pox should not mix with demon blood, well, at least not the demon blood of a certain emotionless dog-youkai.
Sesshomaru's chicken pox were all gone and there was no trace of them left, even with all his disobedient scratching. But now Sesshomaru seemed to be suffering from a mix of illnesses including symtoms of the flu and colds.
He had a high fever and was constantly in a bad mood.
As the day wore on, they all began to pity Jaken who was covered with bruises from being randomly snatched up by his master and tossed out of the cave. The worst bump had been from only a few moments ago, when the fever had made Sesshomaru dizzy and he had flung the toad the opposite way, right into the hard, cold stone at the back of the cave.
Miroku sighed and walked over to where the demon now sat, his eyes a bit unfocused. He grabbed Sesshomaru by the shoulder not wrapped by his fluffy tail and pushed him down to the ground.
Sango also came over holding out Kagome's unzipped sleeping bag.
A few minutes later, they had Sesshomaru bundled and zipped up in the red sleeping bag.
The biggest trouble they had was when they were trying to figure out what to do with his tail. In the end, it was Rin who had solved this problem, telling them that when Sesshomaru had been forced to sleep on the ground, he used his tail as a pillow so his hair wouldn't get dirty.
Miroku and Sango had exchanged a few strange looks before they decided to listen to Rin.
Now, Sesshomaru slept peacefully in the back of the cave, his silver-haired head resting on his fluffy and very, very light pink tail.
~*~
As Sesshomaru napped, Miroku and Sango went to sit outside the cave and they began to talk (and argue) about where Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippo were.
Sango was worried,
"They should've been back by now! It's been a day since Inuyasha left!"
But Miroku was surprisingly calm. He took Sango's hand and gave it a little squeeze.
"Do not forget, Inuyasha was human when he left. He cannot travel as fast like that, especially since he has to track like us humans, instead of using his sense of smell."
Sango gave a little nod, acknowlidging that Miroku had a point. Then, her eyes went to gaze out over the forest as she started to think.
Never missing a chance to be lecherous, even at a time like this, Miroku gave Sango's hand that he still held another comforting squeeze. Then, the cursed hand moved to another part of Sango's body, giving that a little squeeze too.
~*~
Inside the cave, Rin winced as she heard the sound of Sango's slap echoing in their little cave.
She glanced over to Sesshomaru, who had started coughing again and sighed miserably. She didn't mean to make Sesshomaru-sama sick, but she felt like it was all her fault.
Deciding that she had to be by herself for a bit, Rin got up and sneaked easily past the fighting humans who were supposed to be guarding the door.
Not much of a challenge.
She quietly walked off in the other direction into the woods and looked around.
The bright morning sunlight was shining through the leaves hanging from branches overhead giving everything a soft green glow. Rin could hear some birds chirping and the rustling of the leaves when a light wind blew past, catching a few strands of her hair and tossing them around playfully.
Clasping her hands behind her back, Rin straightened and started humming softly.
She didn't really know what song it was, probably from her childhood or something. Maybe her mother taaught it to her. Rin suddenly stopped and sniffed, rubbing a hand over her eyes. The walk was supposed to make her feel better, not worse!
She sighed wistfully. Life with Sesshomaru-sama was good, even though Jaken was a little annoying sometimes. She just wished she could remember something about her past. She knew that she had died before and Sesshomaru-sama had revived her, maybe that was why she couldn't remember anything! She would have to ask him...but her heart suddenly sank. She didn't know if she remembered her past before her death. Maybe she had forgotten a long time ago.
Rin was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even see the metal blade lying on the ground in front of her until she tripped over it!
Her foot caught in the chain and she fell, accidentally slicing a cut on her foot.
Rin tried to get up, but the cut stopped her from walking, so instead, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked around.
She found herself in some sort of clearing. She also saw that she had tripped over someone's weapon and winced. Sesshomaru-sama had always warned her about sharp things.
But suddenly she became scared, what if the person who owned the blade would get mad at her? Rin shuddered, not wanting to anger anyone when she was outside alone. She wished Sesshomaru-sama was here.
Rin waited, knowing that she couldn't walk, and after a while when no one had come to kill her, she looked around again and saw a boy, a few years older than her, sprawled out on the ground across the clearing, sheltered under a large tree.
Hesistantly getting up, Rin crawled over to him, wincing whenever she touched her injury.
When she got over to him, she sat up next to him and looked curiously at the boy. He seemed to be asleep.
He had black hair long enough to be tied up a bit. He also had long black bangs that covered his face. He seemed to be fine, and only seemed to be resting there. But he had weird clothes.
Rin had never seen anything like them, but they looked like some sort of armor. Suddenly, she remembered one time when they had met a demon hunter. Of course Sesshomaru-sama had killed him, but now Rin's finally gotten to meet one that's alive!
Strange though, he seemed to be about her age, but maybe a bit older.
Slowly moving her hand forward, Rin carefully pushed his bangs up and looked at his face for the first time.
She was right! The demon-hunter was just her age.
Suddenly, the boy began moving! His eyes opened and he stared right into the large brown eyes that were staring back into his