Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't own time, damn my life sucks.
An: Thought of this (and the previous chapter) while I read a good proverb while on my daily wisdom quest. Hope I don't receive any flames, remember, I just got off vacation. Also, I know this chapter and the other are both badly written, it is late and this is just a spur of the moment thing.
Time That Counts
Counting The Time
ANGST WARNING
Sesshoumaru, Lord Of The Western Lands, let out a relieved sight as he rode his horse towards his lands. After what seemed like a reasonably short war with the Lord of The Eastern Lands, well, the former lord of the eastern lands, he was returning home. He could smell the wildflowers, the earth and the crisp spring and the fires of celebration. Of course, the victory was a simple one, it meant nothing to him, and only one thing did now.
A seemingly nervous Jaken greeted Sesshoumaru as he walked into the fortress, but of course he took no notice. Instead going to the bathrooms and cleaning himself, after all, he was going to see her. He stared at himself in the mirror for a long time before letting himself yell out.
"JAKEN!"
Immediately the little green toad demon scurried into the room, his head to his feet as he bowed before his lord.
"Yes Milord?"
"I wish to see Rin."
Sesshoumaru raised a brow as the colour of Jaken's face went from an already sickening green, to an even worse variety of the color. But he scurried off and Sesshoumaru thought again, nothing of it as he sat down on his favorite chair and waited for his love.
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"Leave old wench, I am waiting for Lady Rin."
He could see the human woman's eyes water as he spat the harsh words out. It wasn't until then that he took a good smell of the place, and the woman, and terror struck him.
"Rin?"
The elderly looking woman raised her eyes, the warmth of childhood still fresh in them as she let out the choked sob of a woman who knew she was dying.
"But. . . how?"
"I waited. . . for sixty years I waited for you, my lord, my Sesshoumaru- Sama."
He had to catch her as she fell into his arms, her eyes closing as he heard her breathe her last breath. And it was then that the lord of the western lands lost all hope for living, and let himself die along with his beloved, after having fought so hard in order to maintain a peaceful land to rule with her.
AN: I warned you guys in the first chapter and in all the other stories this was advertised that this would be sad. In case you need clarification here it is:
Demons have a difference sense of time than humans do, it is why they age slower. As such, the sixty years that went by were nothing to Jaken and Rin, but were forever to Rin, who aged and waited for her lord up until the age of 76 (he left when she was 16). Back then that was a pretty old age, but I thought that they should die together. I might redo this chapter in a happier sense but only by request.
An: Thought of this (and the previous chapter) while I read a good proverb while on my daily wisdom quest. Hope I don't receive any flames, remember, I just got off vacation. Also, I know this chapter and the other are both badly written, it is late and this is just a spur of the moment thing.
Time That Counts
Counting The Time
ANGST WARNING
Sesshoumaru, Lord Of The Western Lands, let out a relieved sight as he rode his horse towards his lands. After what seemed like a reasonably short war with the Lord of The Eastern Lands, well, the former lord of the eastern lands, he was returning home. He could smell the wildflowers, the earth and the crisp spring and the fires of celebration. Of course, the victory was a simple one, it meant nothing to him, and only one thing did now.
A seemingly nervous Jaken greeted Sesshoumaru as he walked into the fortress, but of course he took no notice. Instead going to the bathrooms and cleaning himself, after all, he was going to see her. He stared at himself in the mirror for a long time before letting himself yell out.
"JAKEN!"
Immediately the little green toad demon scurried into the room, his head to his feet as he bowed before his lord.
"Yes Milord?"
"I wish to see Rin."
Sesshoumaru raised a brow as the colour of Jaken's face went from an already sickening green, to an even worse variety of the color. But he scurried off and Sesshoumaru thought again, nothing of it as he sat down on his favorite chair and waited for his love.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Leave old wench, I am waiting for Lady Rin."
He could see the human woman's eyes water as he spat the harsh words out. It wasn't until then that he took a good smell of the place, and the woman, and terror struck him.
"Rin?"
The elderly looking woman raised her eyes, the warmth of childhood still fresh in them as she let out the choked sob of a woman who knew she was dying.
"But. . . how?"
"I waited. . . for sixty years I waited for you, my lord, my Sesshoumaru- Sama."
He had to catch her as she fell into his arms, her eyes closing as he heard her breathe her last breath. And it was then that the lord of the western lands lost all hope for living, and let himself die along with his beloved, after having fought so hard in order to maintain a peaceful land to rule with her.
AN: I warned you guys in the first chapter and in all the other stories this was advertised that this would be sad. In case you need clarification here it is:
Demons have a difference sense of time than humans do, it is why they age slower. As such, the sixty years that went by were nothing to Jaken and Rin, but were forever to Rin, who aged and waited for her lord up until the age of 76 (he left when she was 16). Back then that was a pretty old age, but I thought that they should die together. I might redo this chapter in a happier sense but only by request.