A/N: Apparently not many people truly understand the gravity and
importance of 'no matter what,' so I'm gonna tell you all about the
importance of no matter what...make sure you read this, k?...*places magic
charm on screen to force your eyes to stick to this.
no matter what: simply means that no matter the situation, no matter how shitty something seems, no matter how mortifying someone's actions may be, you'll be with them forever. It means that there is nothing they could do to stifle the love you have for them. Even though sometimes no matter what could prove to be a destructive thing, it's still what YOU want; you want to help them, to make them feel...right.
thank you, and have a nice day...O.o enjoy
ps. i had originally designed this to be a one shot, so...oops...
Chapter 2:
Carry On
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"Rin, what ARE you doing in that thing? Take off immediately. Sesshomaru-sama might become angry with you wearing such a gaudy thing." Jakken pointed at Rin, and looked around nervously. "If Sesshomaru finds you like that, somehow I'll get in trouble for allowing you to wear something so...so..."
"Seductive?" Rin giggled and looked around, searching the clearing for Sesshomaru, hoping to spot him before he had a chance to see her. She had traded her few precious belongings for the garment she wore wrapped tightly against her body, and she prayed endlessly for Sesshomaru's approval. She had bought it with the intentions of dancing for him around the fire that night, and maybe, just maybe, with him. She heard a faint rustle from behind her, breeze stirring the few tendrils of hair that had escaped the tight bun she wore around her head, and she darted behind a tree. Sesshomaru was returning from some trip, and she HAD to surprise him with the gown. What had the lady who sold it to her said? It made her look like a woman. She gnawed on her bottom lip when she heard the faint thump of the flying demon as it landed.
Her insides seemed to shake and quiver as though she had eaten something rotten when she peered around the tree and caught a glimpse of Sesshomaru, even though it was only his back. She shook her head sharply, trying to clear the warm, gooey emotion she could not quite identify, and focused on listening to Sesshomaru's voice, feeling her heart soar along with every word he spoke. "Jakken, where is Rin?"
It was her time to shine, though the thumping in her heart drowned out all thought, she knew she would have to step out and surprise Sesshomaru now, or else the pricey dress would have been for naught. She mustered all of the calmness she could possible find, and stepped out from behind the tree. Jakken glared at her with seething venom. "I am here, my lord."
Sesshomaru turned around and all time slowed as he stared at her, drinking in the figure he had failed to notice before now. His eyes darted to Rin's before beginning the long trek down her body; a journey that left a hard knot in his throat, one he could barely swallow. Rin, the little girl he had known for nine blissfully happy years stood before him now, as a woman, and a beautiful one he did not fail to notice. The silvery cloth clung against her body tightly, accentuating the woman Rin had blossomed into, and he felt himself begin to grow warm, unaware of the steps his body was taking closer to her.
"Sesshomaru, what do you think?" Rin twirled and giggled, a crimson blush spreading beneath the fawn-brown eyes fixed upon him, nervousness spreading through her body as the youkai devoured the scant feet apart from them. She tilted her head and looked at him closely, a nervous grin spreading across her face as she reached out for his left hand, wanting to touch him. Her eyes closed blissfully, suddenly aware Sesshomaru's face was a hairsbreadth from hers, his lips so close she could almost feel them.
And then it happened, faster than she could breath, faster than he could move, faster than her mind could register the pained expression on his face. A flash of red passed through the clearing so fast she could barely see it, though she would not have searched for it anyway. Sesshomaru slumped against her, eyes glazing over as his body pressed against hers, arms spreading around her back, encircling her shoulders. He looked at her with complete seriousness, though death was leading him away on a leash, he struggled long enough to mouth three short words before slumping to the ground.
Rin lifted her eyes off Sesshomaru's own lifeless orbs to catch a glimpse of a dancing red demon, metallic blade in hand as he jumped from the ground to the trees. ::Run, Inuyasha, run. I will find you-and kill you. You stole Sesshomaru from me:: Though the words encouraged her considerably, she knew there was no substance behind the bold words; she was not a killer and never would be. ::I should just give up now:: She did not realize the tears coursing down her cheeks until they soaked through her silk dress and she felt the cool wetness dotting her chest. She glanced down, surprised by the feeling, and found her eyes locked onto Sesshomaru's pale face, no emotions coursing through her; she was an observer, a dreamer, and all of this would pass when she woke up the next morning, wouldn't it?
But she knew it wouldn't, she knew her life had stopped and she could do nothing but mourn her loss until the end of her days. She would live a half-life now that he was gone; it was the least she could do, considering she had distracted him long enough for that...for him to die. Hers was the life that should have been forfeit, not his, not now when he was slow close to finding a soul of his own, finding a heart. She fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around his limp shoulders, pressing his face against her, crying into the nape of his neck.
How long she stayed like that, she did not know; she jerked around when she felt a gentle pressure on her shoulder, and her eyes met the tearful face of Jakken. "Don't cry, Rin, we'll find a way to bring him back, won't we?" He placed his hand beneath her elbow and tried to push her onto her feet. Numbly, she complied and was soon towering over Sesshomaru's body where it lay tightly against the earth. Rin reached down to touch him once more, but Jakken jerked her away from the gruesome sight. "Rin, let's go. Surely someone will have magic enough to revive the slain. If only the Tensusaiga could be wielded by someone other than..." Jakken glanced over his shoulder at the body they were moving steadily away from, wiping away the tears in his eyes. "I guess we've got our job cut out for us, huh?"
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When Jakken shoved a stick in her side to awaken her, her day began the same way it had for a little over the year. She yawned widely and scratched herself, stretching as she poked each limb tentatively out of her bedroll, testing the air for temperature. Jakken had already prepared some kind of stew, the aroma wafted through the tiny circular clearing, and Rin inhaled the fragrant scent deeply, detecting the faint scent of the animal she had slaughtered the night before. He walked over to the pot once he was certain she would not crawl back into her bed, and grabbed the wooden ladle, stirring slowly while humming to himself.
She staggered into the woods, wiping her eyes painfully, trying to displace the sleep lingering in her body. She grabbed a wooden twig, running the course bark over her teeth, tossing it behind her absently as soon as she was satisfied with her job, and lifted the hem of her shirt. She had used a clean tunic for a pillow the night before and had grabbed automatically when she disappeared into the woods, the fact that she followed the routine ever morning evident in the lazy way she did everything. The clean tunic she tugged over her dark brown hair, pulling it out from the collar, suddenly feeling more refreshed. She turned to join Jakken for breakfast when an all too familiar scent hit her.
"You've grown, Rin."
She turned around slowly, dread coursing through her body as she registered the owner of both scent and voice. She displaced the fear on her face with the anger and hatred she had felt for a year, and turned to confront him.
When she spoke, it was evenly and slowly. "Inuyasha..."
no matter what: simply means that no matter the situation, no matter how shitty something seems, no matter how mortifying someone's actions may be, you'll be with them forever. It means that there is nothing they could do to stifle the love you have for them. Even though sometimes no matter what could prove to be a destructive thing, it's still what YOU want; you want to help them, to make them feel...right.
thank you, and have a nice day...O.o enjoy
ps. i had originally designed this to be a one shot, so...oops...
Chapter 2:
Carry On
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*
"Rin, what ARE you doing in that thing? Take off immediately. Sesshomaru-sama might become angry with you wearing such a gaudy thing." Jakken pointed at Rin, and looked around nervously. "If Sesshomaru finds you like that, somehow I'll get in trouble for allowing you to wear something so...so..."
"Seductive?" Rin giggled and looked around, searching the clearing for Sesshomaru, hoping to spot him before he had a chance to see her. She had traded her few precious belongings for the garment she wore wrapped tightly against her body, and she prayed endlessly for Sesshomaru's approval. She had bought it with the intentions of dancing for him around the fire that night, and maybe, just maybe, with him. She heard a faint rustle from behind her, breeze stirring the few tendrils of hair that had escaped the tight bun she wore around her head, and she darted behind a tree. Sesshomaru was returning from some trip, and she HAD to surprise him with the gown. What had the lady who sold it to her said? It made her look like a woman. She gnawed on her bottom lip when she heard the faint thump of the flying demon as it landed.
Her insides seemed to shake and quiver as though she had eaten something rotten when she peered around the tree and caught a glimpse of Sesshomaru, even though it was only his back. She shook her head sharply, trying to clear the warm, gooey emotion she could not quite identify, and focused on listening to Sesshomaru's voice, feeling her heart soar along with every word he spoke. "Jakken, where is Rin?"
It was her time to shine, though the thumping in her heart drowned out all thought, she knew she would have to step out and surprise Sesshomaru now, or else the pricey dress would have been for naught. She mustered all of the calmness she could possible find, and stepped out from behind the tree. Jakken glared at her with seething venom. "I am here, my lord."
Sesshomaru turned around and all time slowed as he stared at her, drinking in the figure he had failed to notice before now. His eyes darted to Rin's before beginning the long trek down her body; a journey that left a hard knot in his throat, one he could barely swallow. Rin, the little girl he had known for nine blissfully happy years stood before him now, as a woman, and a beautiful one he did not fail to notice. The silvery cloth clung against her body tightly, accentuating the woman Rin had blossomed into, and he felt himself begin to grow warm, unaware of the steps his body was taking closer to her.
"Sesshomaru, what do you think?" Rin twirled and giggled, a crimson blush spreading beneath the fawn-brown eyes fixed upon him, nervousness spreading through her body as the youkai devoured the scant feet apart from them. She tilted her head and looked at him closely, a nervous grin spreading across her face as she reached out for his left hand, wanting to touch him. Her eyes closed blissfully, suddenly aware Sesshomaru's face was a hairsbreadth from hers, his lips so close she could almost feel them.
And then it happened, faster than she could breath, faster than he could move, faster than her mind could register the pained expression on his face. A flash of red passed through the clearing so fast she could barely see it, though she would not have searched for it anyway. Sesshomaru slumped against her, eyes glazing over as his body pressed against hers, arms spreading around her back, encircling her shoulders. He looked at her with complete seriousness, though death was leading him away on a leash, he struggled long enough to mouth three short words before slumping to the ground.
Rin lifted her eyes off Sesshomaru's own lifeless orbs to catch a glimpse of a dancing red demon, metallic blade in hand as he jumped from the ground to the trees. ::Run, Inuyasha, run. I will find you-and kill you. You stole Sesshomaru from me:: Though the words encouraged her considerably, she knew there was no substance behind the bold words; she was not a killer and never would be. ::I should just give up now:: She did not realize the tears coursing down her cheeks until they soaked through her silk dress and she felt the cool wetness dotting her chest. She glanced down, surprised by the feeling, and found her eyes locked onto Sesshomaru's pale face, no emotions coursing through her; she was an observer, a dreamer, and all of this would pass when she woke up the next morning, wouldn't it?
But she knew it wouldn't, she knew her life had stopped and she could do nothing but mourn her loss until the end of her days. She would live a half-life now that he was gone; it was the least she could do, considering she had distracted him long enough for that...for him to die. Hers was the life that should have been forfeit, not his, not now when he was slow close to finding a soul of his own, finding a heart. She fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around his limp shoulders, pressing his face against her, crying into the nape of his neck.
How long she stayed like that, she did not know; she jerked around when she felt a gentle pressure on her shoulder, and her eyes met the tearful face of Jakken. "Don't cry, Rin, we'll find a way to bring him back, won't we?" He placed his hand beneath her elbow and tried to push her onto her feet. Numbly, she complied and was soon towering over Sesshomaru's body where it lay tightly against the earth. Rin reached down to touch him once more, but Jakken jerked her away from the gruesome sight. "Rin, let's go. Surely someone will have magic enough to revive the slain. If only the Tensusaiga could be wielded by someone other than..." Jakken glanced over his shoulder at the body they were moving steadily away from, wiping away the tears in his eyes. "I guess we've got our job cut out for us, huh?"
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When Jakken shoved a stick in her side to awaken her, her day began the same way it had for a little over the year. She yawned widely and scratched herself, stretching as she poked each limb tentatively out of her bedroll, testing the air for temperature. Jakken had already prepared some kind of stew, the aroma wafted through the tiny circular clearing, and Rin inhaled the fragrant scent deeply, detecting the faint scent of the animal she had slaughtered the night before. He walked over to the pot once he was certain she would not crawl back into her bed, and grabbed the wooden ladle, stirring slowly while humming to himself.
She staggered into the woods, wiping her eyes painfully, trying to displace the sleep lingering in her body. She grabbed a wooden twig, running the course bark over her teeth, tossing it behind her absently as soon as she was satisfied with her job, and lifted the hem of her shirt. She had used a clean tunic for a pillow the night before and had grabbed automatically when she disappeared into the woods, the fact that she followed the routine ever morning evident in the lazy way she did everything. The clean tunic she tugged over her dark brown hair, pulling it out from the collar, suddenly feeling more refreshed. She turned to join Jakken for breakfast when an all too familiar scent hit her.
"You've grown, Rin."
She turned around slowly, dread coursing through her body as she registered the owner of both scent and voice. She displaced the fear on her face with the anger and hatred she had felt for a year, and turned to confront him.
When she spoke, it was evenly and slowly. "Inuyasha..."