A/N: Hey, Mel again. Now, just let me clear something up. The underlined parts ("") were supposed to be swearing. But Raine doesn't like to swear. So, use your imagination! You can't have that much of one if you're reading this story. We just made it up for fun, and then Raine said, "Let's put it on FanFic!" (not in those exact words). My response: "…". But there's no stopping her. Actually there is. There's just no stopping me. So, what she ordered, I did. After all, no one knows who we are (unless you're a member of Raine's family. Or Mariah or Christine. Because no one else knows her nickname). So, whatever. If you don't have an imagination, just e-mail me, or what ever, and I'll tell you. I really did have an initial one in mind. If you can guess it, I'll send you a prize pic (yay). Hints: Inu Yasha says it often. The underlines should be the same number as the letters of the actual word. You have to be a true fan, freak, or just bored to figure that out. Whatever. The story, if you please.

Sesshomaru lay in his bed of leaves and waited. Waited for Jaken to return and tell her Rin was not dead. For Rin to run to him and for him to hold her close and tell her that everything is okay. It had been two days since the battle with the demons and Sesshomaru was not doing well. He had little energy and the wound on his arm was still bleeding. He felt excruciating pain each time he tried to sit up.

The scratches all over his body were healed, though, and the gashes on his forehead and cheek were getting better.

But there was one thing that bothered him the most. He could not, remember a time ever, ever, that he had felt so sad for a mere human. He doubted he had when he was younger. Yet two days earlier the thought of Rin dying had given him the deepest sadness imaginable.

What was going on? he thought. He had never felt this way about anyone before. Not even of his loyal servant, Jaken. Actually, quite frankly, he wished that Jaken would die, but he knew he needed the toad demon. After all, it was him that did his laundry.

Why was it that he cared for Rin so? Probably because she was the only one that had shown genuine concern for him. Because she was the one that loved him like a father. Because of the way she looked at him with love and trust. Because she loved him, not his title.

Sesshomaru closed his eyes and thought angrily, This is all my fault. I should have made her leave more. But the truth is... I was afraid. I needed her.

He opened his eyes. They were itchy and watery. Probably from the air. It was a dry morning. He was tired. It had been a painful and sleepless night.

All he wanted to do was sleep...

"Master Sesshomaru! Master, I have terrible news!" The loud and screechy voice of Jaken called Sesshomaru back from the border of sleep.

"What is it?" His voice had changed. Instead of the usual commanding voice that was rarely used, his voice was cracked, as if it too had been broken along with the rest of him, body and spirit. He was in no mood for bad news.

"Well, you see, that mortal girl Rin-"

"I know who she is, Jaken. I was the one that sent you out to see how she was doing."

"Oh, yes, of course, but you see, she was well..." Jaken was stuttering now.

Sesshomaru felt his throat close, but was still able to let a question hiss through his lips. "She was what?"

"Alive, sir, don't get me wrong, it's just that..." Jaken bit his lip, "She was with Inu Yasha and his friends."

"What?" Sesshomaru tried to get up to see if Jaken was lying, but fell right back down. "She was what...?"

"With Inu Yasha mi-lord. She looked very burned and hurt, but the young women that Inu Yasha favours was trying to heal her. They had talk about taking her to someone named Kaede once the others arrived. Do you know of this 'Kaede' women of which they speak?"

Sesshomaru tried once more at a failed at trying to rise.

Jaken gasped. "Mi-lord, you are not yet in a right enough condition."

"It doesn't matter," Sesshomaru spoke through gritted teeth. "We don't have that much time left. We must go."

Sesshomaru rose to almost full height before falling back down in a dead feint.