His Fault
"We should go swiftly if we wish to reach our destination," he said and glanced down at the girl standing beside him. She was looking at him hopefully.
'It's his fault,' he growled inwardly.
She smiled at him and he sighed.
He knelt on one knee, presenting his back to her and waiting for her to climb on it. He felt her hands gently gathering his hair and moving it to the side, so not to pull at them later. Then she climbed onto his back, her hands gripping his shoulders, her legs around his waist. He carefully reached a hand to secure her on his back as he stood up.
He could feel her smile as she pressed her face in the fabric of his kimono and it almost made him smile himself. But he kept his face stoic and glared at the kappa standing to the side, gawking.
"You are to follow this Sesshomaru when Ah-Un is fully recovered," he stared and took off running. His sensitive ears tingled from the sound of the happy squeal of the girl on his back.
This all was his fault - the half-breed was the one responsible for all of this. He and his human miko. It had happened a week ago, when they had met and Rin had witnessed the priestess riding on the half-breed's back, obviously having fun as he leaped from a tree limb to a tree limb.
Two days took the girl to work up her courage and approach him, requesting a ride. Judging from the happy laughter and flushed cheeks she obviously enjoyed herself.
He couldn't help himself - this time he smirked and maybe there was a little extra force behind the next leaping step, pushing them to soar high above a ditch in the forest floor before reaching the other side and speeding between the trees.
Rin cried out in delight and squeezed his shoulders a little tighter, obviously not afraid of the speed or height, trusting in her guardian to keep her safe.
Yes, it was all his little brother's fault. All of this.