What's In A Name?
"You know," she says, the one who he currently considers the bane of his existence, "I think it's your name."
"You think what is my name?" he asks, although sometimes he wonders if she thinks.
"The reason you have a homicidal streak," she replies, spinning her sword through her hands. The blade is unsheathed, and he's awaiting the inevitable moment when she slices open her hand. "I mean, come on. Killing perfection? Either it's your name, or your mother was psychic."
"It's nothing of the sort," he replies.
"Hmm," she says. "You know, they say names have a lot to do with forming our personalities. I think it's crap. I mean, my name is nonsense, for the gods' sake."
And that, he thinks, is an excellent argument for what they say.
"I was not named until I was three months old," Sesshomaru replies.
"What, you could crawl and you started whacking things?" she asks. She finally sheaths her sword, stepping up next to him. "That fits what I know of your personality, that's for sure."
"You are right."
She laughs. The sound is bright and startling in the still, hot afternoon. Rin lifts her head from the field of flowers and gives Kiare a confused look. "Figures," she says, and rises to her feet.
End
A/N – Again, this is Koga's sister. How she ends up traveling with Sesshomaru is another tale entirely.