DON'T BE FOOLED BY THIS CHAPTER'S SHORTNESS. THE NEXT CHAPTER IS PRETTY LONG!

A Wound Left Behind

By Fantasy Cat

Part Four

"Rin…?" Sango noticed the trance her daughter was in. "Oh Rin, I'm so worried about you. I wish you could just put all of this behind you. I mean, look where we are. This place is so much safer than we have ever lived in. I will understand if you need more time to get over this but please you must at least try. You don't know how grateful you are. Your father and I, we were so happy to have found you and to bring you here. Please Rin, be strong and just be grateful for what you have now."

Rin looked up, worried that she had caused some motive for her mother to start pouring tears. "Momma, it's alright. All I wanted to know was what happened to me over there, that's all. And now, that I know…I'll try not to let it bother me anymore. I'm really sorry."

The women shared a warm embrace before Sango departed to prepare dinner. Rin waited until after it was time to go to bed to let her thoughts traced back to him…the foreigner. He wore a symbol on him…the one that represented the Nazis. And Shippo had mentioned the existence of the Nazi lunatic at the very same harbor where they met. The pieces fit together, actually. He spoke a tongue she did not understand and it was more than likely to be…German.

These thoughts alone made Rin questioned the possibility of going to see the man again, something she had thought of even before her conversation with her mother. But what would've been the point? It would be impossible to give Q & A to a foreigner. But maybe she could convince him to try and be friendly. After all, their last encounter gave Rin some ideas.

But still it frightened her, knowing that this man was a killer. If he knew that she was a Jew then he could've sliced her in that warehouse. Maybe if she kept out of the conversation then she would be safe. America was supposed to be safe. What was a Nazi doing halfway across the world from where he once had all the power?

The next Saturday afternoon she had to venture out, Rin packed a couple of lunches. One for herself, another for the foreigner. Before she could even carry out a second thought, she was biking towards the old warehouse. With her luck, maybe he was no longer there. Maybe he had moved on and forgotten about her and she wouldn't have to worry about confronting him with something that would make him upset.

She took several deep breaths at the entrance to the warehouse before stepping in. A few seconds after entering there she spotted him, sitting on the ground. He looked up and stared at Rin in surprise. Since the last time Rin had saw him, he had gotten much skinner and pale. Even through all of that messy long hair Rin was nearly frightened by those bloodshot eyes looking at her. She took more deep breaths again, battling the butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to eat the lunch in her bag now, to make those butterflies go away.

She pulled out a coke and waited to see if the man would acknowledge their previous encounter from before. He only grunted.

"Oh," Rin grabbed the bottle opened from her bag and opened the two bottles of coke she brought. She then pushed one bottle to the foreigner. Once he had the bottle in his hand he began chugging it.

"No wait," said Rin aloud. Don't drink it all before you have your sandwich. Rin passed the turkey and cheese to the man's side.

Once Rin watched him bite into his sandwich, she found it safe to start eating her own meal as well. She wondered if the man's skinniness came as a result of a lack of food since her last visit. Maybe her had expected her to come and feed him.

"I'm sorry," Rin whispered. "I cant come here everyday to feed you."

The man was ignoring her and was down to the bottom crust of his sandwich.

"Um…" Rin's fingers beated against her chest. "Excuse me?" she said after the man was done eating. He looked up at her confusingly.

"Rin," her fingers were beating again. "Rin," she said again. "That's my name." The man did nothing…

Rin tried to think. The man needed another language other than English to go by but she rarely knew any Polish and that would've not have helped matters. After coming to America, Rin was focused on having to learn English but she did remembered being taught by her new family and friends some Polish greetings. The one that she wanted to try was "my name is Rin" but she could only remember the word for name.

"Nazwa?"

She could've sworn at that moment that the man gave off some sort of "huh" sound. It seems as though she might have his full attention now…

"Nazwa, Rin," she pointed to herself.

The man nearly jumped from the shock. The excitement contained within Rin was indescribable.

If only she knew how to say "do you speak Polish?"

"Nazwa…Sesshomaru."

Rin placed a hand over a mouth. Without a doubt, he had understood what she had said.

"Did I hear that right," asked Rin. "Did you say Zejomaroon?"

The hair on the man's face began to shake left and right. And then he grumbled "Sesshomaru!"

"Oh," said Rin now filled with such an enlightened spirit. She understood her new friend's name now…

Sesshomaru.