Chapter Five

Finding lost loves?

Months. It had to of been months since they had started there journey and it had ended.

They had received news that the body in fact had not been Miaka's and so Sesshomaru gave

Permission to search for her. They had not seen nor heard a single thing about a stray girl. Rin

was worried as it was, but not finding a thing was making her fear things she didn't even want to

think about. Had Kia...murdered her? Why had Miaka all but disappeared off the face of the

planet?

It made no sense to Rin and the more they traveled the more Sesshomaru sensed her

uneasiness. Yes, he, the "Ice Prince", was starting to have feeling of concern for a mere human

mortal. Everything about her was strange to him, yet he still found himself staring at her often and

wondering how he could possibly make her happy.

It upset him to no end. He didn't want to notice how perfectly silky and wild her ebony hair

was; or how absolutely deep her chocolate eyes were when she looked at him and smiled. No, he

didn't want any of it. Now ten months in to the expedition to find her daughter Rin was separating

herself from Sesshomaru more and more. Her mind was like grand-central station for bad

thoughts and she was afraid she would contaminate Sesshomaru, as if he could have any more

bad thoughts running through his brilliant mind.

All the same she walked alone. The only time she would allow herself near him is if he

were handing her food or was to comb his hair; vise versa. So hear she sat, knees against her

chest and her chin resting on her arms. Her eyes looking in to the fire, the only light in the area.

The flames reflected and danced in her big eyes, which looked endlessly engulfed in the light.

Sesshomaru looked over at her from across the site. Now her sulking was starting to

aggravate him.

"Rin stop your moping and eat. You need nourishment if we are to continue tomorrow."

Rin slowly moved her head towards him and her eyes showed the dimmest expression of hate.

"Miaka...is dead, I have to accept that. So excuse me if I am not a heartless bastard like

YOU! It will take me a while to get over the loss of my" Sesshomaru was over to her in a flash of

light and pinned her arms against the tree beside her.

"Never insult me, wench. You would do well to remember why we are out here in the first

place and why

you are still alive!"

Sesshomaru's snarl grew louder and Rin quivered, showing her first real emotion of the

night. He looked right in to her eyes, but instead of fear like he had believed, there was

admiration. Rin wanted to thank him for giving her senses back. He was right, they were out

here to find her daughter.

If Sesshomaru had even the slightest dought Miaka was dead he wouldn't have even

bothered. Than for the first time in about two months Rin smiled. Sesshomaru's eyes widened.

'Why is she...smiling?' He thought to himself.

Than he lost control. He didn't know if it was that smile or something deep within him self that

made him do it, but at that moment he leaned down and kissed her.

Rin was shocked even though she didn't get enough time to process everything, for as

soon as the kiss came it was over. Sesshomaru let her arms go and stepped back, as he did so

Rin brought her finger tip to touch her mouth.

She looked up to him her eyes wide with surprise. Sesshomaru turned and walked away

and in to the forest leaving Rin to her thoughts and the fire to its fuel.


"Miaka where are we going? It's getting late." Miroku asked as Miaka dragged him by his

hand. She walked fast as to avoid traveling in the dark.

Miroku watched her as she swiftly walked with him. She had been traveling with them for

almost a year and she had grown considerably. He wasn't sure if it was because of her demon

heritage of not. One thing was sure; she had matured mentally as well as physically. Her form had

filled out as if she were a grown woman in human standards. Her immaturaty seemed to dissipate

over the first few months. For the most part she was happy yet today she seemed as depressed as

ever.

Miaka said nothing to Miroku for fear someone would hear were they were going. She

kept her eyes forward and soon they came to a river. Miaka looked back to Miroku and found him

watching her intently and the both looked away. She blushed and fallowed the river down its path

all the while holding Miroku's larger hand as they walked. Finally they reached the end of the river

and came across a rather large river pool. Miaka let Miroku go and sat down on a large boulder.

Miroku looked at her carefully.

"So why did you bring me out here so close to Night." Miaka looked down at the ground

and blushed.

"I wanted to tell you that...today is my birthday." She looked up at him and smiled. "This is

my favorite spot and I thought

I'd share it, but you have to promise you won't tell anyone."

Miroku nodded and Miaka smiled. Slowly she had truly fallen in love with that stupid

pervert. Even though she had she would never allow herself to act on it. If she did she was sure

Sango would despise her. That was the last thing she wanted. She loved the gang, even the sour

puss Inuyasha. He may be mean to her, but it was hilarious when Kagome sat him. Miroku was

the closest thing to an absolutely true friend though. He would get the occasional beatings from me

for being...inappropriate at times.

Yet now Miaka found her self having to force herself to hit him for the little touches he

takes. She never wanted to admit it she was beginning to...like them. Miaka looked up at Miroku

from her spot on the boulder her face very red. He seemed to be deep in thought.

Miroku stood and walked over to Miaka. He put his arms around her and spoke softly.

"Happy birthday."

How she had grown. When he had first seen her she had been able to fit in to his arms.

Not that she couldn't, but she was...quite a bit older. She was shorter than him, but only by a

head. He had deffinatly found himself falling for her over the past few months. Yes it was clear to

him now, he did love her. The question was did she love him? Than he thought of Sango;

Kagome had informed him more than once of Sango's feeling for him and he knew that Rin would

know if Kagome did.

That was the dilemma, Sango was important to him as well and he did love her. He shook

that whole sinario out of his head as he realized that Miaka was holding on to him as well. Than

his lecherous mind kicked in to action and his hand snaked from the middle of her back to her

supple bottom. Miaka's eyes widened at the action, but she did nothing to stop him. This was the

one and only time he would slide with this little action.

After no beating came Miroku looked down at the young woman in his arms and his

eyebrows narrowed.

"Am I not good enough for beatings any more Miaka?" Asked Miroku his hand still on the

private area.

Miaka looked up to him a dark red blush on her face. She released him and stood looking

away.

"Of course you are monk! I would've beet you, but I'm too tired to even deal with that at

the moment."

Miroku narrowed his eyes at her and stood. He walked right up behind her and snaked

his arms around her waist. Miaka gasp at this intimate embarrass and tried to pull away, but his

grasp was too strong.

"What are you doing Miroku?"

Miroku leaned down and whispered soft words in here ears, nothing like how she was

used to hearing from him.

"Is it you've grown fond of me?" He pause waiting for some words, but none came. "I

have grown fond of you Miaka."

At those words Miaka pulled roughly away from him and turned in his direction. The look

on her face was all to confused.

"You take that back right now monk. I have...not grown fond of you so you mustn't grow

fond of me." Miaka almost choked on her words as she spoke. Miroku just walked closer to her.

"Why do you pause? You are lying that is why. Yet being the gentlemen I am, I will wait

for you, darling."

Miroku extended a hand to her and smiled one of his oh-so-famous innocent smiles.


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Rin squeezed her eyes shut. It had at least been an hour since the "incident" and she had

changed positions only once. She sat on the warm, hard ground, her knees brought up to her

chest. Rin's arms rested on her knees and in turn her chin rested on her arms. Her mind kept

going back to the kiss, what could have possessed him to do such a thing? She couldn't

understand it for the life of her. Her fingertips brushed against her lips once more making the

memory real once more.

The young woman continued to sit and stare at the ground unaware of a female demon

lurking right behind her. The demon slowly crept around the small frame of the human, liking her

lips. Almost immediately she jumped around in front of Rin and smirked. Rin screamed, but just as

she started she was cut off by the female demon. Her hands enclosed around her mouth.

"Why hello beautiful, my name is Taki. What's yours?"

Rin shook with fear as the woman came close to her. She told Taki her name and before

she knew it the demon had pressed herself again her. Taki started to whisper threat in her ear,

saying she would kill her if Rin screamed. Taki's hand slipped down from its former place and on

to Rin's chest. Taki's fingers danced all around and over her breasts and her other hand crept

behind Rin on to her buttocks, pulling her closer.

Rin clenched her fists and also her eyes as the female demon worked over her body. She

fought the extremely strong urge to call out for Sesshomaru as Taki's hands moved down her

body. Greedily Taki slid her hands under Rin's kimono and rubbed her outer thighs and quickly

moved her hands to her inner thighs and slowly massaged them. Her left hand stayed on Rins

thigh as the right moved up slightly to cup Rins pussy, making Rin gasp in what, surprisingly, was

pleasure.

Both female eyes widened and stared at each other's. Rin was scared and continued her

shivering as the demon went along with her touches.

Taki placed two fingers on the small bundle of nerves that gave so much pleasure and

started rubbing her lightly. Rin suppressed a moan and squeezed her eyes closed, but as Taki

pressed harder on her bundle she couldn't escape the moan that sounded more like a scream, of

pleasure the seeped through her lips.

Sesshomaru walked through the trees, his long silvery hair blowing through the wind. His

thoughts were sourly on how to explain what had happened. Even through the whole time he had

been out there he had thought of nothing to say to the woman. As he got closer to the camp he

could smell her and was surprised she was still there. Than he caught the smell of another; a

female demon to be exact.

Not only did he smell her he could smell arousal emanating from both of them.

Sesshomaru slowly sped up as he thought over what could possibly be happening and than her

heard a scream. He ran, full speed, and got there just when Taki leaned down to kiss Rin

forcefully. He narrowed his eyes and

his started glowing a bright yellow and long strand of gold erupted and slashed the demon in two.

Rin screamed and sank to the ground, almost sobbing.

Sesshomaru pulled her away from the slaughtered demon and to another tree far away.

He looked down at her, tears streaming down her face.

All he could do was watch her. He didn't know how to handle the situation, which was

preposterous, because he was Lord Sesshomaru of the western lands.

He was supposed to be able to handle anything. Sesshomaru sighed inwardly and sat next to her

he looked away and took Rin into his arms.

"Its ok Rin..."