Tranquility
The huntress observed her prey make their way through the clearing, into the forest. The sun cast an amber hue across the exposed ground. It would be dark soon, but there was more than enough time. Crouched in the foliage, a bush serving as her hide, she calculated when she would spring forth and take down her quarry. Curiously, she sniffed the air, inhaling his scent. Closer now, her senses told her, almost; she trembled with anticipation, her legs tense, ready to explode and release the energy being wound up in her muscles.
The rule of not staring at your prey for too long went into effect. Somehow, if you observe someone for long enough, they will feel that they are being watched. A matter of ki or somesuch. It didn't matter, even as the robed figure that she stalked paused, she had calculated the distance, how she would pounce on him, a successful hunt. The time was now.
The robed figure looked down at his smaller companion. He wore a stoic expression on his face, which bore almost an effeminate beauty, so soft, yet sculpted were his features, marred, nay, enhanced by crimson slashes across a cheek. He had sensed she who hunted him. Part of him was appalled at the audacity of such an action, another, amused. but only a little. This had gone on long enough, he needed to proceed with his trek, wherever it would lead him, as a capricious fate seemed to have decided to run his life, no matter how hard he resisted her. He felt a small amount of shame as he almost began to brace himself.
His companion turned to look at him, wondering why he had stopped. The small demon clad in priest's robes with his odd staff paused, confused. "Sess-" he began to say nervously, noting an inkling of a smirk on the robed figure's face. He did not have a chance to finish. He had flinched instinctively, but it was from the wrong direction. The tangerine mass with flowing black hair struck him full on, her talons extended. The demon let out a startled shriek, being smashed flat against the ground by the momentum of the huntress. She used him as a launching point, losing none of the precious energy expended in her furious charge, refocusing it against her primary target, nothing else in the way to interefere. It was now only him and her within the forest path. She let forth her battlecry, arms out wide, all the better to capture her prey.
"Sesshomaru-sama!" she cried, her voice in her mind, sounding fierce.
Briefly, her quarry considered dodging out of the way. Normally, under different circumstances, had he even let things develop to his point in a stalk, he would have begun his counterattack, to tear apart those who dared to get in his way, much less assault him. But, no, he felt no such urge in this instance. His demonic nature did not roil, did not rage, did not coil for action, instead, it slept, content in its peace. No, his huntresses small, vibrant voice did not spur that from him. He felt something else, the stirrings of something which he had not experienced since. since he could remember, just that he knew he had tasted such a thing once. and enjoyed it? Instead of evading, he simply stood as he where, not because he felt no threat, but some part of him wanted to.
He was lost in his thoughts, even as she closed in on him inexorably. He knew every small span that she crossed, as she leaned forward, building up the amount of inertia that she could pack within her small form. She jumped, springing at him, and he felt a brief moment of disappointment. Inefficient, he noted, thinking that she should have stayed with her feet on the ground, where she could have leverage against her foes. The absudity of such a though struck him in his mind as she struck his body.
"Sesshomaru-sama!" she repeated, jubilant laughter mixing in with her words. Try as she might, he did not budge. All the force she put into her charge, all the planning, did not even cause him to twist. Some part of her felt disappointed, the other couldn't have cared less; she had caught her prey. She looked up at him, from where she clung against his waist with her arms in almost a death grip. She resisted the urge to nuzzle not his silken clothes, but his silken fur, from where it was luxuriously draped across his torso, from where she lay her cheek affectionately against it, against him, a part of him. His eyes should have bothered her, unnatural as they are. But, she had long ago accepted that her prey was different from other people, and that was why she enjoyed being around him.
Sesshomaru looked down at her, not knowing what to say. A reprimand came to mind, for what? he asked himself. For a moment, he thought simply not to respond. No, he'd long since learned she'd just keep going away, never giving him peace. Yet, he noted, he didn't mind as much as he should have. He looked down at her, never changing the stoic expression on his face, though he felt reason to do something else. Why should I? the yokai asked himself. Briefly, he though he should compliment her.
"Did I surprise you?" she asked him eagerly, bouncing up and down with the energy she had poured into him with her charge, bubbling with giddiness. "Was that one better?" she asked. She knew that he wouldn't reply, but she never let it stop her from trying. At least he had not left her alone, pushed her away. abandoned her.
Still unsure of what to do, Sesshomaru cocked his head forward lightly, looking down at her, being greeted her beaming face. He had, to his disdain, encountered many humans in all his years of wandering. Yet, he had never encountered their young. He found the adults to be vermin, little better than the creatures of the forest. At least the animals did not meddle with his affairs of become obstacles, plus, humans could not be devoured as nourishment. even if they were his prey. His nod was his insecure response, as he did not know, still, how to react in this situation. His sole hand was at his side, and he noticed Rin curiously touching the hilt of Tenseiga. He felt a touch amused. Yes, that is the tool, the useless sword which I used to resurrect you. He thought back to her approach, and how her past ambushes had been sprung. As he opened his mouth to speak, he noticed all that her attention was on him again. Clever. he mused, the words 'devious' coming to mind. "Your skill." he paused, blinking slowly, "has improved," he almost stuttered, "Rin." It was just a name, yet.
A small growl from in front of them was the voice of the third person in their group. Rin let go of him and backpedaled to look at the demon she had taken down to the ground. Sesshomaru felt himself having a small bit of pride at that accomplishment, easy as it was. Jaken should have known better, he thought, not surprised. The arm which had the staff shook with anger. Sesshomaru knew that the little demon would not dare touch Rin. Not because of the fear he felt for his lord, but, because, he observed, gotten accustomed to their human traveling companion. Still, Jaken had to enforce his authority, what little of it he had, Sesshomaru thought. "How many times," Jaken bit out, amusement evident in his tone that belied his apparent irritation. The Yokai priest approached the tangerine kimono-clad girl, who was bigger than him, and a whole lot more intimidating, even with the grotesque staff he wielded.
Sesshomaru let out a small grunt as Rin circled around, placing him in between her and the annoyed yokai vassal, whose dark green skin was turning a burgundy hue. He cocked an eye at Jaken, who simply stood his ground before turning around, too exasperated even to grumble about the injustices visited upon him. Sesshomaru did not have to turn his head to know that Rin must be sticking her tongue out at his yokai priest/servant. Now, if only she didn't cling so tightly to me, Sesshomaru thought, discomforted at the violation of the personal space which never, has never, repeat, never been violated with such abandon. Sesshomaru knew he was being used as a shield, yet he didn't mind. In fact, he felt content, as if it was proper.
Not even needing to voice his will, Rin detached from him, and ran around him, her arms like wings, in several orbits as he began walking forward. She looked up at the sun setting in the west. It was one of the few constants in life that she knew for a considerable portion of her young life. The rising and setting of the sun, something she knew would never change, would never be taken away from her. Now, she too had another constant, a solid presence that was there, and unlike the sun whose ephemeral rays only heated her for so long, it was tangible. Now, she thought, curious, if only Sesshomaru-sama would talk more. Even she spoke more to herself than he did with anyone. Still, he's there, she thought happily, he'll warm up soon!
***
Yes. what was that?! Sorry, but I guess I ruined whatever mushy of sappy or waffy feelings were in that scene. I just felt like writing some Rin and Sesshomaru.
Sorry to get anal about this but - when I say Rin and Sesshomaru I don't mean ROMANTIC ANYTHING. Familial Love is a whole different realm however ^_^.
Simply, I just find it a total deepening of Sesshomaru's character that he would adapt this outcast girl who had discarded by her own kind.
Its something I wish to pick up later on. Such an interesting thread for me. Hey, an Inu Yasha story can function without Inu Yasha himself.
I like the developing bond between this Yokai and the Ningen girl, alright? If anything, I will develop it to a father/daughter, brother/sister bond. Sesshomaru isn't a dick. Rather, its easy to sympathize with him as a guy, as opposed to drooling over him in the FanGRRRL sense. Sesshomaru is the anti-hero of the series, while Inu Yasha, cool as he is, is obviously poised as an asskicker, albeit with a deeper nature of course. Then again, stereotypically, Sesshomaru also draws a lot of fans himself due to his negative aspects, eesh.
Kind of like some kind of surrogate family. Hey, its Sengoku Jidai, shit happens.
Any good, any promise?
Just what did I screw up in stream-of-thought writing this? Odd, I write best when I am at school, maybe its because I'm still alert and have nothing else entertaining to do.
Harvey Bautista
"Reality is doing it right the first time, but still having to go back to fix it."
The huntress observed her prey make their way through the clearing, into the forest. The sun cast an amber hue across the exposed ground. It would be dark soon, but there was more than enough time. Crouched in the foliage, a bush serving as her hide, she calculated when she would spring forth and take down her quarry. Curiously, she sniffed the air, inhaling his scent. Closer now, her senses told her, almost; she trembled with anticipation, her legs tense, ready to explode and release the energy being wound up in her muscles.
The rule of not staring at your prey for too long went into effect. Somehow, if you observe someone for long enough, they will feel that they are being watched. A matter of ki or somesuch. It didn't matter, even as the robed figure that she stalked paused, she had calculated the distance, how she would pounce on him, a successful hunt. The time was now.
The robed figure looked down at his smaller companion. He wore a stoic expression on his face, which bore almost an effeminate beauty, so soft, yet sculpted were his features, marred, nay, enhanced by crimson slashes across a cheek. He had sensed she who hunted him. Part of him was appalled at the audacity of such an action, another, amused. but only a little. This had gone on long enough, he needed to proceed with his trek, wherever it would lead him, as a capricious fate seemed to have decided to run his life, no matter how hard he resisted her. He felt a small amount of shame as he almost began to brace himself.
His companion turned to look at him, wondering why he had stopped. The small demon clad in priest's robes with his odd staff paused, confused. "Sess-" he began to say nervously, noting an inkling of a smirk on the robed figure's face. He did not have a chance to finish. He had flinched instinctively, but it was from the wrong direction. The tangerine mass with flowing black hair struck him full on, her talons extended. The demon let out a startled shriek, being smashed flat against the ground by the momentum of the huntress. She used him as a launching point, losing none of the precious energy expended in her furious charge, refocusing it against her primary target, nothing else in the way to interefere. It was now only him and her within the forest path. She let forth her battlecry, arms out wide, all the better to capture her prey.
"Sesshomaru-sama!" she cried, her voice in her mind, sounding fierce.
Briefly, her quarry considered dodging out of the way. Normally, under different circumstances, had he even let things develop to his point in a stalk, he would have begun his counterattack, to tear apart those who dared to get in his way, much less assault him. But, no, he felt no such urge in this instance. His demonic nature did not roil, did not rage, did not coil for action, instead, it slept, content in its peace. No, his huntresses small, vibrant voice did not spur that from him. He felt something else, the stirrings of something which he had not experienced since. since he could remember, just that he knew he had tasted such a thing once. and enjoyed it? Instead of evading, he simply stood as he where, not because he felt no threat, but some part of him wanted to.
He was lost in his thoughts, even as she closed in on him inexorably. He knew every small span that she crossed, as she leaned forward, building up the amount of inertia that she could pack within her small form. She jumped, springing at him, and he felt a brief moment of disappointment. Inefficient, he noted, thinking that she should have stayed with her feet on the ground, where she could have leverage against her foes. The absudity of such a though struck him in his mind as she struck his body.
"Sesshomaru-sama!" she repeated, jubilant laughter mixing in with her words. Try as she might, he did not budge. All the force she put into her charge, all the planning, did not even cause him to twist. Some part of her felt disappointed, the other couldn't have cared less; she had caught her prey. She looked up at him, from where she clung against his waist with her arms in almost a death grip. She resisted the urge to nuzzle not his silken clothes, but his silken fur, from where it was luxuriously draped across his torso, from where she lay her cheek affectionately against it, against him, a part of him. His eyes should have bothered her, unnatural as they are. But, she had long ago accepted that her prey was different from other people, and that was why she enjoyed being around him.
Sesshomaru looked down at her, not knowing what to say. A reprimand came to mind, for what? he asked himself. For a moment, he thought simply not to respond. No, he'd long since learned she'd just keep going away, never giving him peace. Yet, he noted, he didn't mind as much as he should have. He looked down at her, never changing the stoic expression on his face, though he felt reason to do something else. Why should I? the yokai asked himself. Briefly, he though he should compliment her.
"Did I surprise you?" she asked him eagerly, bouncing up and down with the energy she had poured into him with her charge, bubbling with giddiness. "Was that one better?" she asked. She knew that he wouldn't reply, but she never let it stop her from trying. At least he had not left her alone, pushed her away. abandoned her.
Still unsure of what to do, Sesshomaru cocked his head forward lightly, looking down at her, being greeted her beaming face. He had, to his disdain, encountered many humans in all his years of wandering. Yet, he had never encountered their young. He found the adults to be vermin, little better than the creatures of the forest. At least the animals did not meddle with his affairs of become obstacles, plus, humans could not be devoured as nourishment. even if they were his prey. His nod was his insecure response, as he did not know, still, how to react in this situation. His sole hand was at his side, and he noticed Rin curiously touching the hilt of Tenseiga. He felt a touch amused. Yes, that is the tool, the useless sword which I used to resurrect you. He thought back to her approach, and how her past ambushes had been sprung. As he opened his mouth to speak, he noticed all that her attention was on him again. Clever. he mused, the words 'devious' coming to mind. "Your skill." he paused, blinking slowly, "has improved," he almost stuttered, "Rin." It was just a name, yet.
A small growl from in front of them was the voice of the third person in their group. Rin let go of him and backpedaled to look at the demon she had taken down to the ground. Sesshomaru felt himself having a small bit of pride at that accomplishment, easy as it was. Jaken should have known better, he thought, not surprised. The arm which had the staff shook with anger. Sesshomaru knew that the little demon would not dare touch Rin. Not because of the fear he felt for his lord, but, because, he observed, gotten accustomed to their human traveling companion. Still, Jaken had to enforce his authority, what little of it he had, Sesshomaru thought. "How many times," Jaken bit out, amusement evident in his tone that belied his apparent irritation. The Yokai priest approached the tangerine kimono-clad girl, who was bigger than him, and a whole lot more intimidating, even with the grotesque staff he wielded.
Sesshomaru let out a small grunt as Rin circled around, placing him in between her and the annoyed yokai vassal, whose dark green skin was turning a burgundy hue. He cocked an eye at Jaken, who simply stood his ground before turning around, too exasperated even to grumble about the injustices visited upon him. Sesshomaru did not have to turn his head to know that Rin must be sticking her tongue out at his yokai priest/servant. Now, if only she didn't cling so tightly to me, Sesshomaru thought, discomforted at the violation of the personal space which never, has never, repeat, never been violated with such abandon. Sesshomaru knew he was being used as a shield, yet he didn't mind. In fact, he felt content, as if it was proper.
Not even needing to voice his will, Rin detached from him, and ran around him, her arms like wings, in several orbits as he began walking forward. She looked up at the sun setting in the west. It was one of the few constants in life that she knew for a considerable portion of her young life. The rising and setting of the sun, something she knew would never change, would never be taken away from her. Now, she too had another constant, a solid presence that was there, and unlike the sun whose ephemeral rays only heated her for so long, it was tangible. Now, she thought, curious, if only Sesshomaru-sama would talk more. Even she spoke more to herself than he did with anyone. Still, he's there, she thought happily, he'll warm up soon!
***
Yes. what was that?! Sorry, but I guess I ruined whatever mushy of sappy or waffy feelings were in that scene. I just felt like writing some Rin and Sesshomaru.
Sorry to get anal about this but - when I say Rin and Sesshomaru I don't mean ROMANTIC ANYTHING. Familial Love is a whole different realm however ^_^.
Simply, I just find it a total deepening of Sesshomaru's character that he would adapt this outcast girl who had discarded by her own kind.
Its something I wish to pick up later on. Such an interesting thread for me. Hey, an Inu Yasha story can function without Inu Yasha himself.
I like the developing bond between this Yokai and the Ningen girl, alright? If anything, I will develop it to a father/daughter, brother/sister bond. Sesshomaru isn't a dick. Rather, its easy to sympathize with him as a guy, as opposed to drooling over him in the FanGRRRL sense. Sesshomaru is the anti-hero of the series, while Inu Yasha, cool as he is, is obviously poised as an asskicker, albeit with a deeper nature of course. Then again, stereotypically, Sesshomaru also draws a lot of fans himself due to his negative aspects, eesh.
Kind of like some kind of surrogate family. Hey, its Sengoku Jidai, shit happens.
Any good, any promise?
Just what did I screw up in stream-of-thought writing this? Odd, I write best when I am at school, maybe its because I'm still alert and have nothing else entertaining to do.
Harvey Bautista
"Reality is doing it right the first time, but still having to go back to fix it."