The Kitten that Adopted Rin ----
As was the eternal cycle of the seasons, autumn drove through and fell into winter, bringing with it a chill in the air that just wouldn't do for travel. The threat of snow had driven Sesshoumaru and his entourage of followers into a temporary suspension of travel, sheltering in his palace somewhere in the West.
Being cooped up in his seasonal dwelling had never pleased the inu taiyoukai, but he wouldn't risk Rin's safety by leaving her alone in the palace to stretch his legs somewhere else in Japan. Though he had to admit that the laughter of a child did make for a more tolerant atmosphere.
This mattered little, however, as Sesshoumaru spent most of his time in the study, taking care of the stacks of correspondence letters with neighboring youkai lords and other important tasks. Being away all the time made it difficult to keep up with the post and other duties.
Dipping his quill into the ink, Sesshoumaru scribbled down a personal memorandum in his journal. He scratched at the bound parchment of his book until the page was nearly halfway filled. The ink was allowed to dry before the pages were flipped through briefly and then closed altogether.
Feeling that it was late, the demon lord began to put his things away in their places, just as he had the previous night, and every night before it. He walked to the other side of the room to put his scrolls in their diamond-shaped racks on the far wall. Noticing that several of the scrolls were out of place, he took his time placing them correctly before returning to his desk.
It was there that he stopped to survey the damage that had been done in the two minutes that he had been gone.
Ink prints in the shape of tiny kitten feet were tracked all over the wood of his desk, and on the new passage that he had written in his journal. There was a large smear of ink near where his quill sat, now devoid of several large feathers, several of which were lying in his chair.
Which was also speckled with kitten tracks.
Along with the floor, leading to the door and out into the hallway.
Cursing himself for leaving the door to his study open even an inch, he followed the trail out and down the corridor to Rin's room where the prints had then faded into nothing.
Glancing inside, he noticed several overturned teacups laying in puddles on the floor, and her favorite doll was laying in the middle of her futon with a large tear down the middle.
Shutting the door more loudly and harshly than he would have on any other circumstance, he walked to the end of the hall and glanced in at the library to make sure that there were no books laying torn into shreds by amateur claws. Maybe he would think about putting a door on that room especially, instead of leaving it open for anyone or anything to walk in.
Hearing laughter in the main sitting room, he walked further down the hall and stood in the doorway. Rin was playing with several paper figures that she had torn from some spare parchment that he had given her days before. Jaken, ever the lowly servant, was playing along very unwillingly.
Not wanting to disturb, Sesshoumaru left the two to their games, and walked into the most unlikely of places for Rin's cat to hide: the master bedroom.
No one was allowed in Sesshoumaru's bedroom but himself, and it was very unlikely that the cat would manage to sneak in. Especially if he knew what was good for him.
Of course, the cat had no self respect, and obviously no fear, so it did not surprise the taiyoukai all that much to see the feline laying contentedly in the middle of his futon. There was a content smirk that grazed the cat's features.
"Do you not value your life?" Sesshoumaru asked, reaching over to strangle the bothersome creature.
The cat turned his head into Sesshoumaru's outstretched hand and began to rub against the palm. A soft purring began and soon the animal's eyes closed tight in happiness.
"Disgraceful," he spat, glancing over his shoulder to the open doorway.
Reaching down, he picked up a small furry foot to inspect for the ink that had ruined his desk and his favorite chair. What he saw was a very clean, pink pad and very clean, fuzzy fur.
"What-"
A squeal of delight erupted from down the hall, closely followed by Rin's happy shout.
"There's a new kitty!"
Sesshoumaru growled.
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a/n: The story of Rin's doll is the first Inuyasha fanfiction that I ever wrote. It's tons better than this story, and I urge you to check it out. I would offer apologies for the late and lame ending, but now that it's over, I'm free to write more one-shots that I'm so much better at.
Hope you enjoyed, and thanks or all your kind reviews!!
It's a fanfiction sin to read without reviewing.
As was the eternal cycle of the seasons, autumn drove through and fell into winter, bringing with it a chill in the air that just wouldn't do for travel. The threat of snow had driven Sesshoumaru and his entourage of followers into a temporary suspension of travel, sheltering in his palace somewhere in the West.
Being cooped up in his seasonal dwelling had never pleased the inu taiyoukai, but he wouldn't risk Rin's safety by leaving her alone in the palace to stretch his legs somewhere else in Japan. Though he had to admit that the laughter of a child did make for a more tolerant atmosphere.
This mattered little, however, as Sesshoumaru spent most of his time in the study, taking care of the stacks of correspondence letters with neighboring youkai lords and other important tasks. Being away all the time made it difficult to keep up with the post and other duties.
Dipping his quill into the ink, Sesshoumaru scribbled down a personal memorandum in his journal. He scratched at the bound parchment of his book until the page was nearly halfway filled. The ink was allowed to dry before the pages were flipped through briefly and then closed altogether.
Feeling that it was late, the demon lord began to put his things away in their places, just as he had the previous night, and every night before it. He walked to the other side of the room to put his scrolls in their diamond-shaped racks on the far wall. Noticing that several of the scrolls were out of place, he took his time placing them correctly before returning to his desk.
It was there that he stopped to survey the damage that had been done in the two minutes that he had been gone.
Ink prints in the shape of tiny kitten feet were tracked all over the wood of his desk, and on the new passage that he had written in his journal. There was a large smear of ink near where his quill sat, now devoid of several large feathers, several of which were lying in his chair.
Which was also speckled with kitten tracks.
Along with the floor, leading to the door and out into the hallway.
Cursing himself for leaving the door to his study open even an inch, he followed the trail out and down the corridor to Rin's room where the prints had then faded into nothing.
Glancing inside, he noticed several overturned teacups laying in puddles on the floor, and her favorite doll was laying in the middle of her futon with a large tear down the middle.
Shutting the door more loudly and harshly than he would have on any other circumstance, he walked to the end of the hall and glanced in at the library to make sure that there were no books laying torn into shreds by amateur claws. Maybe he would think about putting a door on that room especially, instead of leaving it open for anyone or anything to walk in.
Hearing laughter in the main sitting room, he walked further down the hall and stood in the doorway. Rin was playing with several paper figures that she had torn from some spare parchment that he had given her days before. Jaken, ever the lowly servant, was playing along very unwillingly.
Not wanting to disturb, Sesshoumaru left the two to their games, and walked into the most unlikely of places for Rin's cat to hide: the master bedroom.
No one was allowed in Sesshoumaru's bedroom but himself, and it was very unlikely that the cat would manage to sneak in. Especially if he knew what was good for him.
Of course, the cat had no self respect, and obviously no fear, so it did not surprise the taiyoukai all that much to see the feline laying contentedly in the middle of his futon. There was a content smirk that grazed the cat's features.
"Do you not value your life?" Sesshoumaru asked, reaching over to strangle the bothersome creature.
The cat turned his head into Sesshoumaru's outstretched hand and began to rub against the palm. A soft purring began and soon the animal's eyes closed tight in happiness.
"Disgraceful," he spat, glancing over his shoulder to the open doorway.
Reaching down, he picked up a small furry foot to inspect for the ink that had ruined his desk and his favorite chair. What he saw was a very clean, pink pad and very clean, fuzzy fur.
"What-"
A squeal of delight erupted from down the hall, closely followed by Rin's happy shout.
"There's a new kitty!"
Sesshoumaru growled.
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a/n: The story of Rin's doll is the first Inuyasha fanfiction that I ever wrote. It's tons better than this story, and I urge you to check it out. I would offer apologies for the late and lame ending, but now that it's over, I'm free to write more one-shots that I'm so much better at.
Hope you enjoyed, and thanks or all your kind reviews!!
It's a fanfiction sin to read without reviewing.