Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, Martina McBride, or Concrete Angel
I give much appreciation and thanks to BlackRose420 and her SessRin fic 'Broken Butterfly' for inspiring me to use this song.
She walks to school with the lunch she packed,
Nobody knows what she's holding back,
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace.
The
teacher wonders but she doesn't ask,
It's hard to see the pain
behind the mask,
Bearing the burden of a secret storm,
Sometimes
she wishes she was never born.
Rin was curled up in a dark corner. Pain raged around her in waves and worlds. Make it end. Someone make it end. She felt the physical blows that hit her body but they didn't register. It was all pain now, all pain and darkness.
A song she heard a while back echoed in her head. The lyric's had been so sad and desolate and had brought tears to her eyes. That song and video now played in front of her causing her to stare in sadness and envy. She wanted that.
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone,
In
a world that she can't rise above,
But her dreams give her wings
and she flies to a place where she's loved,
Concrete Angel.
Somebody cries in the middle of the night,
The neighbors
hear but they turn out their light,
A fragile soul caught in the
hands of fate,
When mornin' comes it'll be too late.
She wanted to escape it all. No one would remember her, who she was or who she had been. They wouldn't care. She let the pain take her, to seep into her bones and let her take her to oblivion. She would finally be free of this world, free to be her.
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone,
In
a world that she can't rise above,
But her dreams give her wings
and she flies to a place where she's loved,
Concrete Angel.
A
statue stands in a shaded place,
An angel girl with an upturned
face,
A name is written on a polished rock,
A broken heart
that the world forgot.
Through the wind and the rain she
stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above,
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where
she's loved,
Concrete Angel.
Sesshomaru raced into the room and caught the man by his mane of black hair and flung him so hard into the wall that he became indented to it. Sesshomaru forgot the man and raced to Rin's body.
"No, no, no Rin don't die. Please don't die." It was a whimper as he took her battered body into his arms. God he loved her. He had only known her for about two weeks but he loved her. She couldn't die.
She just couldn't leave him. Her body was broken into fragile pieces and her hair was nappy and warped. No… He cradled her head on his shoulder as he started to walk towards the doorway.
The man that had been beating Rin finally made it out of the wall, "Get back here with my daughter!" Sesshomaru looked up and the man faltered. Sesshomaru's eyes were blood red and it was apparent he was furious.
But Rin was the more immediate problem. He stepped swiftly from the room and encountered his father. Inutaisho looked at the broken girl in his son's arms and the scent of blood that penetrated the place and his grin faded.
Sesshomaru spared him a single glace with his red eyes, "take care of that bastard in there and get him away from me before I do worse than kill him." With that he left swiftly down the stairs. He had to get to the only person he knew who could possibly save Rin. He checked her breathing and moved faster. Rin was dying.
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone,
In
a world that she can't rise above,
But her dreams give her wings
and she flies to a place where she's loved,
Concrete Angel.
Inutaisho knew where his son had been going and followed. He now knew where he had known the name Destoria. It was an ancient name having been carried by the last of the black Inu-Demon clan before Panther Demons had destroyed them.
The Destoria's had been friends with the Taisho's but they couldn't get there in time to stop their demise. It seemed a strand had survived and thus Bakenosanu, Rin's father. It seemed his wife had disappeared a few years back and it had snapped Bakenosanu.
He started beating his daughter, Rin, and then raping her. It also seemed that Sesshomaru loved her. He walked in to see his son sitting on a windowsill in Kikyo's living room, staring out the window.
Yet even though the hard won mask Inutaisho remembered the sheen of tears he had seen in his son's eyes along with the fear and barely masked panic. Rin was his soul mate. Inutaisho walked up to Sesshomaru and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"You can start from the beginning." Even though the two were so different, secrets were never kept between them. Sesshomaru turned his gold gaze to his fathers and took a breath.
He started when he had awoken to Rin fixing up his arm and continued to where he had woken up with his completely healed arm and the realization of Rin being in danger, to the point when he had taken her out of that apartment.
Inutaisho was going to say something when Shiori, a half bat demon and Kikyo's apprentice, walked out. She looked at Sesshomaru with sad eyes. Terror and disbelief entered his golden gaze, "No…"
Shiori shook her head, "Miss Kikyo did all she could but she was too far gone." Sesshomaru was up and gone into the opened door way before even Inutaisho could comprehend the thought.
He saw Rin lying on the bed, her face pale, her eyes closed. No. She couldn't be gone. Not Rin. Please God not his Rin. Kikyo rose, her face grim and sad, "I'm sorry Sesshomaru. I did all I could."
Knowing what to do she simply left the room and quietly closed the door. Sesshomaru dropped to his knees beside the bed and cradled Rin's head in the crook of his arm.
The first tear fell, then the next, and before long Sesshomaru did something he had never, in his immortal life, ever done. He wept. He buried his face in Rin's midnight hair and cried for her, for what her life had been, for leaving him.
Through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone,
In
a world that she can't rise above,
But her dreams give her wings
and she flies to a place where she's loved,
Concrete Angel.
Rin watched him from the corner of the room, crying over her body. Sesshomaru. She walked over and put her hand out and touched his shoulder. He didn't feel it. She hadn't been able to hang on, hadn't wanted to.
She dropped down beside him, wrapped her arms around his chest and laid her head on his heaving shoulder. She closed her eyes as a single teardrop fell out. It landed on her body's cheek to mingle with one of Sesshomaru's.
Both were so wrapped up in their grief they didn't notice the mixed teardrops starting to glow.
In the lobby Inutaisho stood by himself, Kikyo and Shiori having gone to wash up. He hung his head on his chest as he heard his son's grieving. His miserable weeping penetrated the thick oak doors.
Inuyasha entered, casting a furtive glance around to make sure Kikyo wasn't around. Then he heard the weeping. Confused he saw his father standing in the middle of the lobby with his head hung.
Inuyasha went over, "hey what's going-?" Inutaisho merely raised his head and indicated he listen. Then Inuyasha recognized the sound of the voice. It was Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru weeping?
But how? Why? He turned to his father who answered the silent question with a mournful voice, "He found his soul mate then lost her. There was nothing they could do." Inuyasha stared in horror at the door.
He had wished many a thing on his brother but not that. Anything but that. So Inuyasha stood there with his father, listening to the mournful sounds of grief.
Two teardrops of two mates merged and glowed, their precious liquids mingling to form a power that hadn't been found since before Time had begun. Tears of the soul since they were so rarely shed. They mingled and formed a miracle.
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