Talking
Summary: Drabble! Rin speaks! (all gasp in shock)
Disclaimer: Do we really need to go through with this? You sure? Because I really don't think I need to say—(is shoved out onto stage) Fine, fine. Guess what, people! I don't own InuYasha!
They were walking, Sesshoumaru in front, Jaken following close behind, Rin skipping several paces back, dashing haphazardly from side to side as new things caught her attention, then running furiously to catch up, a blur of childish movement. She had died and been revived two weeks ago, yet the girl was still as silent as the grave, although she almost didn't need to speak—her eyes and actions relayed words better than many people could with full capabilities. Finally, the girl plopped down in the grass with a huge sigh, the loudest she ever got. Both demons turned, one surveying her with eyes of icy gold, the other with brown eyes full of self-righteous indignation. "Why, that little brat—! We should just leave her here, Sesshoumaru-sama. I don't know why you want her around anyway—eep." He was silenced with a cool glare as his master walked towards the orphan, who looked up at him with eyes that were full of trust, and unconditional love.
Sesshoumaru regarded those eyes. Why was she giving all that affection, all that devotion, to him? He certainly hadn't done anything to encourage it, or even invite it in the first place. Yet there it was, the full emotional weight of this small, grimy, mute orphan, resting firmly, if unwontedly, on his shoulders. The dog demon felt as self-conscious as he believed he had ever gotten, and he felt a sudden surge of anger. What right did this little human brat have to cheerfully, unconcernedly transfer the burden of, dare he say it, parenthood, to him? Where did she get the nerve to look him, a deadly, feared, hated demon lord in the eye and tell him clearly, if silently, that she liked him, that she trusted him, that she gave him this responsibility because it was obvious to her, if to no one else, that he would do a good job of it! He wasn't nice, he wasn't trustworthy, he would rather kill a human than look at it, yes, it, and he was already regretting that he'd saved the brat's life in the first place! He turned sharply, his silk robes snapping crisply in the air, and made to walk off, Jaken silent but looking at him approvingly. But then…he stopped. Stopped, and made the fatal, killing mistake of looking back into her mud-brown eyes. It was still there. That love, that pure, true love that a child has for a parent, the love that forms a belief that this person who the banner of parenthood has been handed to is a god, will never cause you hurt, was still shining in Rin's eyes. And she was looking at him.
They stayed like that for a long moment, and then he broke, and reached down to pick her up, tucking her out of annoyance's way by his good arm. And as she got comfortable, snuggling deep into the fur that ran over his shoulder, she looked up at him through heavy eyelids and said, clearly, in a cheerful voice that suited her to a tee, "Thank you, Sesshoumaru-sama!"