Author: Psycho Dahlia Title: Close Ties and Loose Ends
Flashback
He made an imposing figure standing on top of the hill, his hair and clothes gently blowing in the wind. As usual his face gave no impression of emotion and were it not for the swaying of his garments a passer-by would have thought him a statue.
An extremely beautiful statue.
Sesshoumaru was on the hunt. There had been rumors of demon activity in the area and stories of a man dressed as a baboon were circling. Naraku was the talk of the demon world.
Sesshoumaru wanted to kill him. His eyes traced over the landscape as his sensitive nose scanned the wind for a trace of a scent.
"Sesshoumaru-sama, the girl has run off again."
The demon lord did not respond. Rin knew not to go into the nearby human camp and there were no immediate dangers in the area. Besides, anyone who had to suffer Jaken's nagging would want to run away too.
Sesshoumaru leapt off the hill and started running the second his feet hit the ground again, leaving Jaken alone. The scent was faint, but unmistakable; Naraku was close by.
Jaken gave a long suffering sigh and ran after him.
It was not Naraku, but one of his 'children' that Sesshoumaru gave upon. Kagura did not seem surprised to meet him, a fact that immediately put him on his guard.
"Sesshoumaru-sama." Her greeting was formal and insincere.
"Where is Naraku?" He didn't so much as ask her as demand she tell him.
"At his castle." She knew perfectly well the castle was hidden from demon, as well as human, eyes.
"Do not toy with me." He had her by the throat. She smiled.
"What I'm doing does not concern you. Your irritating hanyou brother is forever getting in our way. I've come to see them" She gestured behind her and Sesshoumaru drew his attention to three snake-demons behind her. He had noticed them before but had deemed them unworthy of anything more than a glance. "about a trade. They kill him, they keep his sword and his miko."
Nobody picked on his father's blood, but him. Sesshoumaru threw her against a tree and set about killing the snake-demons. The whole thing took maybe five seconds. When he was done he turned back to Kagura only to find her hovering on her feather, glaring at him.
"How amusing. The Great Demon Lord does have a soft spot for his younger brother. Cute. You may have killed the snake-demons but don't think Naraku-sama doesn't have other allies." She was gone.
Sesshoumaru watched her go, his hair and clothes once again flowing in the wind. Then he very silently turned back toward the hill.
He was very close to it when he smelled blood. Rin's blood. It was mixed with...other scents that were offensive, more so than Naraku's odor.
He found her in a little glen, lying on the ground in a ripped kimono. There were bruises all over her body and semen stained the cloth and her mouth. The large, red gash across her throat would have sickened a normal human. He tried reviving her, but his sword could only work on an individual person once.
Sesshoumaru left her there and found her murders drunk and congratulating themselves in the village. They were happy to have found such a pretty young girl to enjoy. It took less time to kill them than it had the snake- demons. Within twenty minutes the entire village was burning. The only things that escaped the wreckage were a silk kimono, a gold necklace, and a fine pair of sandals.
To this day pilgrims travel to a place in the mountains where there's a small shrine. Legend has it it's the grave of a young girl that was protected by a demon lord who would return if the grave was ever desecrated. Young girls who had been violated went to pray for peace at the shrine and often reported hearing a voice singing, but that might have been legend only.
American archaeologists investigated the shrine some time in the twentieth century. They found the body of a thirteen year old girl that they estimated to be over five hundred years old. Contracts were drawn up and the body went to a museum in Chicago in the summer of 1995. Three days after it had arrived, one of the museum guards was found dead and the body was missing. The next day it was found in it's original shrine in Japan. Everyone called it impossible, but the body has never again been moved.
Present day Tokyo, Japan.
Sesshoumaru leaned back into the sun and narrowed his eyes. Over time his face had gotten even less expressive, if that was possible, but this was a special occasion.
Rin's reincarnation was sitting on another bench in the park, talking to some boy named Hojo. Everything, down to the little eyebrow twitch Rin had developed as a teenager, was in this girl. There could be no doubt. Rin was now called Kagome.
"I know what you're thinking." Inu Yasha sat down beside his elder brother. Sesshoumaru ignored him. The presumption that anyone knew what he was thinking was absurd and Sesshoumaru found himself realizing that his younger sibling had gotten more and more absurd as time went on. It was a more human action than he knew it to be; to admit that one's younger brother was weird.
To say nothing of last night. Five hundred years ago the only contact the two had engaged in was to fight, usually in such a way that involved mass amounts of property damage. Now, something that bordered on incest was occurring and Sesshoumaru did not enjoy the disrupture in his routine. He had not taken a mate since he was three hundred years old and that had been a long time before Inu Yasha had been born.
"Are you listening to me?"
"No." It was an honest answer. Sesshoumaru owed no one the truth, but he did not have to lie if he didn't choose to do so. As Inu Yasha ranted and raved he leaned back into the bench. Emotion never got anyone anywhere but it did take up a lot of time. Inu Yasha was very emotional.
"All I'm saying is, I'd like a relationship with you that doesn't depend on us trying to destroy each other! Are you so cold you won't let us be close?"
Sesshoumaru stared at him for a moment. "How close do you mean?"
Author's notes- I know Rin wasn't a teenager in the series, but this is several years in the Feudal era future. 'Cause that's how many years it'll take for Ms. Takahashi to finish the series. In all honesty, incest does not float my boat, rox mai sox, shoot my gun, milk my moo cow, or anything else. That's why I'll be concentrating more on character development, flash backs, and hints that can be taken in an either/or fashion. Sesshou-kun will be handling the relationship.
Flashback
He made an imposing figure standing on top of the hill, his hair and clothes gently blowing in the wind. As usual his face gave no impression of emotion and were it not for the swaying of his garments a passer-by would have thought him a statue.
An extremely beautiful statue.
Sesshoumaru was on the hunt. There had been rumors of demon activity in the area and stories of a man dressed as a baboon were circling. Naraku was the talk of the demon world.
Sesshoumaru wanted to kill him. His eyes traced over the landscape as his sensitive nose scanned the wind for a trace of a scent.
"Sesshoumaru-sama, the girl has run off again."
The demon lord did not respond. Rin knew not to go into the nearby human camp and there were no immediate dangers in the area. Besides, anyone who had to suffer Jaken's nagging would want to run away too.
Sesshoumaru leapt off the hill and started running the second his feet hit the ground again, leaving Jaken alone. The scent was faint, but unmistakable; Naraku was close by.
Jaken gave a long suffering sigh and ran after him.
It was not Naraku, but one of his 'children' that Sesshoumaru gave upon. Kagura did not seem surprised to meet him, a fact that immediately put him on his guard.
"Sesshoumaru-sama." Her greeting was formal and insincere.
"Where is Naraku?" He didn't so much as ask her as demand she tell him.
"At his castle." She knew perfectly well the castle was hidden from demon, as well as human, eyes.
"Do not toy with me." He had her by the throat. She smiled.
"What I'm doing does not concern you. Your irritating hanyou brother is forever getting in our way. I've come to see them" She gestured behind her and Sesshoumaru drew his attention to three snake-demons behind her. He had noticed them before but had deemed them unworthy of anything more than a glance. "about a trade. They kill him, they keep his sword and his miko."
Nobody picked on his father's blood, but him. Sesshoumaru threw her against a tree and set about killing the snake-demons. The whole thing took maybe five seconds. When he was done he turned back to Kagura only to find her hovering on her feather, glaring at him.
"How amusing. The Great Demon Lord does have a soft spot for his younger brother. Cute. You may have killed the snake-demons but don't think Naraku-sama doesn't have other allies." She was gone.
Sesshoumaru watched her go, his hair and clothes once again flowing in the wind. Then he very silently turned back toward the hill.
He was very close to it when he smelled blood. Rin's blood. It was mixed with...other scents that were offensive, more so than Naraku's odor.
He found her in a little glen, lying on the ground in a ripped kimono. There were bruises all over her body and semen stained the cloth and her mouth. The large, red gash across her throat would have sickened a normal human. He tried reviving her, but his sword could only work on an individual person once.
Sesshoumaru left her there and found her murders drunk and congratulating themselves in the village. They were happy to have found such a pretty young girl to enjoy. It took less time to kill them than it had the snake- demons. Within twenty minutes the entire village was burning. The only things that escaped the wreckage were a silk kimono, a gold necklace, and a fine pair of sandals.
To this day pilgrims travel to a place in the mountains where there's a small shrine. Legend has it it's the grave of a young girl that was protected by a demon lord who would return if the grave was ever desecrated. Young girls who had been violated went to pray for peace at the shrine and often reported hearing a voice singing, but that might have been legend only.
American archaeologists investigated the shrine some time in the twentieth century. They found the body of a thirteen year old girl that they estimated to be over five hundred years old. Contracts were drawn up and the body went to a museum in Chicago in the summer of 1995. Three days after it had arrived, one of the museum guards was found dead and the body was missing. The next day it was found in it's original shrine in Japan. Everyone called it impossible, but the body has never again been moved.
Present day Tokyo, Japan.
Sesshoumaru leaned back into the sun and narrowed his eyes. Over time his face had gotten even less expressive, if that was possible, but this was a special occasion.
Rin's reincarnation was sitting on another bench in the park, talking to some boy named Hojo. Everything, down to the little eyebrow twitch Rin had developed as a teenager, was in this girl. There could be no doubt. Rin was now called Kagome.
"I know what you're thinking." Inu Yasha sat down beside his elder brother. Sesshoumaru ignored him. The presumption that anyone knew what he was thinking was absurd and Sesshoumaru found himself realizing that his younger sibling had gotten more and more absurd as time went on. It was a more human action than he knew it to be; to admit that one's younger brother was weird.
To say nothing of last night. Five hundred years ago the only contact the two had engaged in was to fight, usually in such a way that involved mass amounts of property damage. Now, something that bordered on incest was occurring and Sesshoumaru did not enjoy the disrupture in his routine. He had not taken a mate since he was three hundred years old and that had been a long time before Inu Yasha had been born.
"Are you listening to me?"
"No." It was an honest answer. Sesshoumaru owed no one the truth, but he did not have to lie if he didn't choose to do so. As Inu Yasha ranted and raved he leaned back into the bench. Emotion never got anyone anywhere but it did take up a lot of time. Inu Yasha was very emotional.
"All I'm saying is, I'd like a relationship with you that doesn't depend on us trying to destroy each other! Are you so cold you won't let us be close?"
Sesshoumaru stared at him for a moment. "How close do you mean?"
Author's notes- I know Rin wasn't a teenager in the series, but this is several years in the Feudal era future. 'Cause that's how many years it'll take for Ms. Takahashi to finish the series. In all honesty, incest does not float my boat, rox mai sox, shoot my gun, milk my moo cow, or anything else. That's why I'll be concentrating more on character development, flash backs, and hints that can be taken in an either/or fashion. Sesshou-kun will be handling the relationship.