I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry I haven't updated in so long!! Stupid writers block.

This chapter may seem different. Not like POV different, just a different type of writing.

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Her eyes watched him, following him, creeping around like a spider spinning its web. She wondered if he could sense her, he probably could. She knew his power. She knew it like the sound of her own name. She knew it like the way everybody knew the sun would rise tomorrow, the rain would fall, and the wind would blow.

He could feel her gaze, itching. No, more like scratching. Yet his calm demeanor was unbreakable, sturdy as a wall. He would keep her waiting. She may be able to break down her walls, but that didn't mean she had to know it.

It was a game. A strange, creepy sort of game, but a game nonetheless. Who would turn first? Would someone talk? Would he turn? The tension was so thick it was difficult to breathe, but it was a game she liked.

She tried to read him. Read his movements. She had known him for so long, but his eyes were still like vast oceans of amber light, flickering with a light that was as unpredictable as a strong fire on a rainy day. Sometimes, she felt she would be consumed by the depth of his eyes. They held secrets, darkness, and a new light. Was it hope? Triumph? Scheming? She wouldn't know.

His face was the same. Smooth and glassy. Surprise would barely show on it, and rarely for more then a minute. Sometimes, he would trick her. She would think he was showing his true self to her, revealing maybe a softer side, or perhaps he would almost betray himself. Yet, just when she had him figured out, he changed. His movements changed, and his face set in a different way.

Yet, she still loved to try and read him. It was a teasing game, snatching away as soon as it was close enough to be in her grasp.

The fire flickered a little larger. A little wider. The fire was like her brain, she realized. Every time she watched him and put a little more of the puzzle together, her brain grew a little larger. A little wider. Just a little.

It was tantalizing her. The game was taunting. Questions flitted in her mind. She wanted to ask him so many things. But doubt kept her mouth shut. She didn't want him to disappoint her. Moreover, she didn't her to disappoint him. She didn't know how, really, but she knew she could. Somehow.

She wouldn't know, but he was just as taunted by their tiny game. He wanted to ask her questions. He could read her like a book. He knew when she was happy, for a smile would spread across her face, even if she was sleeping. He knew when she was angry and nervous, when she was sad or scared. What he didn't know was the same as she didn't know. He could tell what she was feeling, but he really didn't know about her.

Crickets sung like a symphony, and the fireflies were darting around and flashing, crazed, in a strange type of dance. She suddenly reached up, and tried to touch one. It flitted, and landed quietly on her finger. She giggled, and it climbed down her knuckles, flashing. She accidentally twitched her finger, and it flashed in annoyance, flying off, blending in with the other flying flies.

He heard her laugh, and was tempted to look. He extended his senses, trying to "see" with his mind. A dim smell. It smelled of firefly mixed with her scent. So the annoying bugs had managed to amuse her. Well, it wasn't surprising. He remembered a time when he was so readily amused by such things. Fireflies, dogs, any animals really were quite entertaining. But as he grew older, other things begin to play and occupy in his mind. Power. Ambition. Yet even though these things occupied his mind, he didn't want to see this happen to her.

She was always excited. Thrilled over the smallest things. Her spirit was carefree, not burdened by the dark things and painful scenes he was witnessed. She didn't care about that. In truth, he loved the way her eyes lit up when he returned from a fight, and when she would giggle and run towards them. He wouldn't say anything. His eyes didn't light up, and he didn't smile. But he somewhat hoped that she would always stay happy.

As soon as he thought that, his walls seemed to break down. His pride told him not to turn, but he did anyway. He lost the game.

"Rin." Came his voice. She looked up, eyes glittering, reflecting the stars. She smiled. His face was so smooth and handsome.

"Yes, Lord Sesshomaru?" She answered back. She didn't see the flash of tenderness in his gaze. Nobody could have. It was faster then the changing weather.

"Get some rest." He replied, voice stony. Eyes hard. "I'm going for the night."

She nodded, and watched after him as he exited the clearing, bright form disappearing into the distance, silver hair swaying like a flower in the gentle breeze. She smiled fondly, part of her going with him when he disappeared. A small part of her was doubtful, wondering if he ever returned. But the rest of her knew. She knew he would return, just like she knew the sun would rise tomorrow, the rain would fall, and the wind would blow. After all, it was only a small part of her that was doubtful.

Very small.

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