Tears of a Fallen Angel
Chapter V: Dreamiest Nightmare
A/N- WOoOhoo! Thanks a billion to all the awesome people who reviewed!You guys are great! You guys all made me very happy! Well, i decided i would answer a few questions (not many... but hey, whatever you guys need to know)
-First off, Sesshoumaru does smoke. i thought it might be an interesting twist to separate my story from all the other ones already out there.
-Next, i'm really sorry, but the timing between updates is very hard for me to keep up. So it is very nearly impossible for me to update as soon as some of you wish. i'm really quite sorry.
-Also, i'd like to point out that, despite the fact that this story already has 5 chapters, it is only in its early stages, so hence i beg you to be patient! Sesshoumaru's depression and Kikyo's story will all be explained in time!
-And lastly, though it wasn't really much of a question, I WOULD LOVE if you guys shared this story with whomever you'd like!
Oh yes. One last point to note before reading. I haven't seen the Inuyasha movie starring Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha's father, so his personality in this story will definitely be OC.
Anyways. Enough delays...Hope you guys likeee it!
-Disclaimer- Yaaahh... i dont own inuyasha... i barely own my own socks goddamn it!
A gentle breeze blew through long starlit locks as ardent golden orbs focused forward. Their owner stood hesitantly in front of a large, stately house. He allowed his beautiful eyes to roam over the peacefully silent home, anxiously searching for any sign of current residence. A single dim light shining through the living room curtains convinced him of such.
Sesshoumaru sighed, feeling his heart sink in dread. He found himself wishing he had stayed with Kagura and Jakotsu, foolish as they were. Anything was better than what he imagined would await him if he entered the threshold before him. Still, he knew he had no other choice than to step through the mahogany doors.
Slowly he walked up to the ornate door frame. He paused when he reached the door handle, his eyes warily scanning the area, and his slender fingers toying with a thin, worn rubber band around his magenta-striped wrist. Again, he found himself sighing in apprehension.
Wordlessly, he dug into a pocket in his backpack, searching for the key to the house. Grudgingly he acknowledged the fact that Inuyasha was right; he did have problems with remembering where he placed his keys. Sesshoumaru nearly dumped the contents out of his bag in utter frustration. The damned keys could not be found anywhere in his disorganized back pack. He growled lowly, wondering if he had left them in the ignition of his car.
He glanced up when he sensed the presence of another person nearby. His eyes landed on a petite girl, with wild, raven colored tresses in the yard next to his. She smiled widely when she caught his gaze.
"Sesshoumaru!" the female called out happily, "Hey! Where have you been?" Her still childish features brightened as she set down the garbage bags she had been dragging.
Sesshoumaru stopped his vexed search for his keys as he answered the younger girl's greeting in a low voice.
"Hello Rin. I was merely out with some companions from school." he answered stoically, making sure not to attract any unwanted attention from inside. Rin giggled in a frivolous manner, catching Sesshoumaru's eye again.
"Oh, that's good! I have something to tell you, Sessh!" she exclaimed ecstatically. Sesshoumaru winced minutely at Rin's volume. Wearily, he sighed before walking noiselessly to the low fence which distinguished his yard from hers. His auric eyes darted anxiously towards the wooden door once more, the only show of emotion in his carefully composed face.
"Tell me, then." he spoke, after leaning in a seemingly casual pose against the fence. His eyes however were tense and apprehensive, flicking constantly towards the unopened door. The small girl before him didn't seem to notice in the slightest that her older copanion was nervously watching the front of the majestic home.
"Weeell..." she smiled hugely, blushing as she paused. Her embarassed flush caught Sesshoumaru's attention instantly. He eyed her warily.
"What is it?" he queried suspiciously. His reaction only made Rin giggle maniacally.
"Don't freak out Sessh! It's only this guy I met at school..." again, she paused, dreamily recalling whatever memory was causing her to behave so foolishly. "His name's Kohaku, Sesshy, and he's so polite, and nice, and not at all like the other boys at school... and he's so cute!" The last statement incited the insane giggling once more, while Sesshoumaru openly stared at her in disbelief that was barely evident on his face.
"Aren't you far too young to be concerned in such matters?" he asked assiduously.
"Oh Sesshy! Don't be silly, I'm already 13! I'm definitely old enough to get a boyfriend." She said, smiling shyly at the last word. Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes in irritation at her action.
"You realize doing that would only end in a painful heartbreak. Men are not to be trusted." Sesshoumaru warned her, his thoughts filled with an almost paternal worry. Yet he managed to keep his voice cool and disinterested. This only made it sound as if he was being irrationally cruel. Rin's eyebrows pulled together in accusation.
"You don't even know Kohaku! Why do you have to be so mean all the time? Besides, you're a man too, and I trust you!" She shouted heatedly, alarming Sesshoumaru greatly. Instantly, Rin covered her mouth in horror, looking away from Sesshoumaru's nervous face. "I'm sorry, Sesshy... I didn't mean to--"
Her soft apology came too late however, and she looked up fearfully to see Sesshoumaru stiffen.
"Hello, Sesshoumaru." a pleasant voice murmured. "I didn't even hear you drive up. Why didn't you come in?" Sesshoumaru shut his eyes calmly, trying for a moment to gather his thoughts. The ochre depths opened to the sight of Rin's blanched face and trembling hand.
"I... couldn't find my keys." Sesshoumaru answered, trying to keep the overwhelming panic from showing on his face. No need to worry Rin as well. He turned swiftly to face his most despised tormentor, his father.
"Now, now, Sesshoumaru. I didn't present you with such a beautiful gift as your car, just so you can have it stolen by losing the keys." his father replied in a dangerous tone. Sesshoumaru noticed that he kept his face deceptively friendly, probably only because Rin was present. Still, Sesshoumaru knew that the small girl had stayed up countless nights tending his fresh wounds, that she knew the full, shameful truth behind all the nearly professional charades. For that, and for her silence, Sesshoumaru was eternally grateful, though he would not show it.
"They're likely still in the ignition..." Sesshoumaru replied blandly, noting Rin's frightened glances from father to son. He turned slightly towards the scared girl, and locked his eyes onto hers. Rin barely needed to see the flash in Sesshoumaru's eyes, before she found her voice to speak.
"H-hello sir... Um... I was only talking to Sesshy... uh... Sesshoumaru. But... I was supposed to clean the bathroom tonight... Good-night sir!" She stammered nervously, looking sadly at Sesshoumaru one last time before she strode quickly away. Sesshoumaru struggled to remain placid as his eyes switched back to his father's smirking face.
"You lost your keys again." Inutaisho sneered coldly in a mocking tone. Sesshoumaru felt his anger and hatred resurface, strong and destructive as every night of his miserable life. Still, he knew better than to cross his father. Sesshoumaru was a being nobody could ever hope to provoke and escape unscathed, but he surely did not develop such a nature on his own. If any was worse to aggravate, it was his father.
"Yes. It appears I have a tendency to misplace them, if you haven't heard from Inuyasha's mindless rants." he retorted cautiously, his eyes carefully guarded.
Inutaisho's eyes instantly became narrowed and hard. He swiftly turned, striding back towards the house behind him. Sesshoumaru stiffled a sigh as he numbly acknowledged the fact that there was no way out of his eternal hell. He braced his body for the usual pain that he was forced to endure. Silently, he followed his father into his living nightmare.
Chocolate brown eyes gazed blankly at the ceiling, innocent yet wise. The young girl cursed the fact that her room was so near to the home beside hers; that they were all but connected. Small fingers clutched the blankets desperately, wide eyes shut frantically against a frightful torrent of emotion.
A solitary crystalline tear made its way lethargically down her doll's face. A tear shed for another's affliction; for yet another night of loud thumps and relentless hits. The only person she had ever thought of as family was being mercilessly beaten while she lay quietly in her bed, trying to filter the dreadful noise.
Even her own share of unfairness and cruelty was more tolerable than what she assumed his life held. Rin had been a victim of unforgivable sins. She had refused to speak after the heartless murder of her parents and her own rape by the same cold-blooded man. She was left in a foster home, where she now was.Though she was now the live-in maid of her foster parents, she knew it could be worse, and she could have ended up in a home like the one next to hers.
Sesshoumaru seemed to have it all. Most people envied him and thought badly of his reserved nature. Of course, most people did not stay up at night listening to the crashes and collisions between him and the walls and floor. Despite his father's expert performance and lavish gifts, Rin knew that it was all a lie and a disguise. She had seen the worst cases of Inutaisho's brutality.
And regardless of the horrid truth of his life, Rin was amazed at how Sesshoumaru seemed to hold himself in such a dignified and graceful stance. She looked up at him and wished she could be as elegant and divine looking as he was through her hardships. She herself was the outcast of her school. The loner, despite her efforts to be amiable and loving. Still, she considered herself lucky that Sesshoumaru had looked down upon her and inhibited his trust in her. His masked concern for her home life had brought out her voice once more, and she was able to survive the long hours at home because of his fervent promise.
"We'll run away together one day...we will be free from this torment..."
Rin opened her eyes again sadly as the last thump resonated in her ears, trailed by a calm, sharp silence that disturbed her the most... the one she uneasily fell asleep to every night. He had finished at last.
A/N- well i tried to make it as long as i could... but im not very good at that either. hehe.well the title name comes from the "piano song" bya cursive memory. i hope this gave a little insight to the depression, though let me just say beforehand, its not the full story. just the insight from rin's point of view.
well, thanks again to all who reviewed! and dont forget to review for this chapter! Love yous all!