Moon and Sun
Hi everyone...this is choco-coco. This is my very first story...hope you enjoy the first chapter and post a review.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Inuyasha (although I wish I owned Sesshomaru and Rin ...and Jaken)
It has been so long....
With each passing day Sesshoumaru-sama's visits decreases. A whole year has passed in which time he has visited for only 3 brief moments lasting no more than a day, once he stayed for 2 days and he was off again.
Rin sat kneeling in front of the window trying to comfort herself that he should soon return from his now 3 month absence back in to her view so that her eyes could finally escape the dreary sight of lonesome corridors of the castle walls, the dreary paintings, the coldness... she hated being alone. Where has he gone?
Even Rin who can bring life to dreary objects around her, who can find joy in anything and anywhere found herself constantly sighting by the window as see gazed at the moon thinking of when Sesshoumaru -sama would return...and the little green toad.
She passed the days gathering flowers, arranging them in beautiful vases all over the castle to maintain some amount of cheerfulness and light around her. Something was wrong with Sesshoumaru-sama, but she did not know what...she thought back to last years events and could not remember any event in which her actions or words might have offended him. Though she knew well that her cheery disposition failed her to think things through she never said or did things out of malice. And she believed deep in her heart that Sesshoumaru-sama knew as well...
She sighed....but the growing distance...brief conversation when he was here...a coldness that she always felt to some degree but recently it felt as though he was ice.
But he WILL return...he always has.
At the thought she smiled again and made ready for another day, illuminating the castle with her radiant innocence and gaiety as she slowly walked about the hallways.
Standing far off atop a boulder surrounded by the deep forest stood two figures; one tall and mighty and the other, small and fearful. The two unlikely pairs exchanged no words between them; the only thing that passed from one to the other was a crackling energy of anger formed by the taller figure who inspected the forest around him with cold passivity.
Jaken was flabbergasted.
Something was wrong with the taiyouaki...everyday over the past year he felt as though another decade of his life had been swiped away by his masters unwavering anger, distress, and through the eerie intensity of his look that spelled death to those who dared to cross him.
During the first half of the year his body had been tense and agile through fear that he would finally be killed....but these days he wished he would finally kill him....the days of endless travel under his intense cold gaze, icy tone, and beatings without Rin to help him just made each day, literally, a 'living hell'. He felt chilled every time his master stopped and called out his name, it felt like dying again over and over and over without the refreshing feel of being a born again youkai.
Jaken was curious, very curious. His Master seemed to be searching for something that would settle the turmoil within him. He wondered but felt the crisp air around him turning into minute needles piercing his body. He trembled –
"Jaken", his master growled...
Ah...I have just died again. "Y..yes master."
"Leave me".
"H-H-Hai..".
As he backed away from his master he caught the fire in his distant amber eyes...
Sesshomaru gazed about him...piercing the air with his look...
Everything was calm...but his mind was not. He felt being driven to edge...he was losing control of his mind. The more he searched the more he thought back to the girl he had left behind in the castle.
His mind was racing with him. Rin was now 15 years old and had grown exquisitely beautiful....it was hard not to be awe struck by her charming radiance, gaiety, laughter, and those dark brown eyes like those of a doe.
One could drown in those eyes. Her skin was like alabaster giving a dim glow that contrasted beautifully with her dark chocolate hair that fell to her back in long tresses of wistful curls. The story of her beauty traveled far and wide and many sought her hand...
First it was male humans, those arrogant and bold enough ask for her hand, but each time one came he found himself caught in uncontrollable anger. He crushed their requests and gradually the humans quit (or died trying if he were foolish enough).
Much to his surprise, even some youkai came to ask for her hand, but that angered him far more than he himself could have imagined. He looked at them passively and found his eyes transforming to narrow slits of red as he quickly flew, lashing out his poison whip, slicing and dicing their bodies as warnings to future youkai with the audacity to come before him.
He felt strange anger towards those who came to claim her... but eventually the anger would direct toward himself as he thrashed the emotions in his mind as to why he would care so much. Ever since the first male came to seek her hand, he found no peace as thoughts of her slowly plagued him deeper and deeper.
His expression became rigid and again his blood boiled inside of him as he found his thoughts drifting towards her. To extinguish the source of all thoughts on the girl he looked towards the moon, shaking away unwanted images and thoughts.
He had to find a youkai, not a human. He had to find his life mate.
He had been aware for a while of the change in his youkai blood; it alerted to him that it was time to find a mate. That was the purpose of these long journeys, to find a mate...a youkai...not a human...
The journey to find a suitable suitor had another purpose he did not readily admit to – to place distance between him and her.
But instead of visiting any of his vassals' daughters as he had originally planned, he found himself wondering aimlessly while his mind increasingly thought of Rin. He suddenly relaxed as the sound of her name in his mind brought peace to his tense body. He let his mind drift to thoughts on the girl and memories slowly flooded through his mind.
'sesshoumaru-sama'... 'rin wa sesshoumaru-sama ga dai-dai-dai-dai SSUUUUKKKKIIIIII' (Rin likes sesshoumaru sama very very very very much).
She was only 12 at the time, running around the field picking flowers when she suddenly came bursting out of the field towards him, talking such nonsense. His body had tensed and for the first time he had glared at her with an icy hatred before he quickly turned his head and walked away....but those words echoed in his mind and would not give him peace.
Again...his blood boiled under his skin as his thoughts kept lingering on the girl. It frustrated and exasperated him to no end as the girl controlled his rest and well as his distress.
Just when he thought he had extinguished all thoughts of her, she walked towards him.
'Why is she here', he though growling...
But as the figure drew closer under the dim moonlight he realized it was not the girl plaguing his mind, but a female youkai...
A youkai resembling ...
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Rin...
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so...eh...what ya think...please post review.
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