A/N: I wrote this drabble for a livejournal Inuyasha fanfiction challenge community ( http : www. livejournal . com / users / iyficchallenge ) and surprisingly enough, it won second place there. Read, enjoy and leave a comment, if you please.
In Memory of Rain
Rating: G / K
Pairing: none, SessRin platonic
Genre: introspective / angst
Words: 272
Rin remembers being washed away by the rain. With her back to all the jeers and angry, contorted faces, she stares silently into the murky puddles. With each climb and struggle to her feet, they push her back down and tell her she's not wanted. She doesn't blame them, nor does she hate them.
Rin is dirty and worn and beaten and so alone. More than that, Rin is hungry and cold and wet and shivering. The rain pours loneliness onto her and its icy needles remind her that she has no place to come home to. Rin hates the rain, hates it, hates it with clenching fists and wet palms that slickslap against pools of water.
Rin does not know that the rain is willing to accept her.
Falling, falling, the rain could wipewash the muddy stains from her cheek and rinse away her tears. If only she would let it. But Rin is stubborn and clinging and trying and suriving. She wants to run to the sleet of silver, wants to shout, wants to dance and wants to embrace the mercurial waterfall. But she is scared and her body trembles at its freezing touch. So, she hides from the raindrops-that-seek.
That was before she died.
Now...
She curls up against softness and warmth, breathing in the fresh scent of grass and soaked wood. The sound of the rain is enough to lull her to sleep, and the security that her Sesshomaru-sama provides is quiet and safe. Rin loves the rain, loves it, loves it with gentle smiles and unspoken kindness that drown even the heaviest downpour away from her heart.