Hurricane.
The steady murmur, always in my head...
A/N: Thank you for adding hurricane to your alerts hieiashke, meggie-moo s, Syao Blossoms, and Ilayna Bliss. HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY :D
Thank you, Tarrah, for always being a great reviewer. I'm probably going to write shorter chapters and try to end this quickly, lack of inspiration.
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Those aqua eyes looked up at him with anger, with fear, but this boys feet were deeply rooted to the ground. The young man had strong legs and an even stronger will something had told Sesshoumaru. He held the younger man by the collar of his shirt and watched him almost amused although he was not willing to play games. Kouga felt like a wild animal and however frightened he was he knew that he would be stronger for it. It was only fear that made the strong have the will to be so. Kouga glared at Sesshoumaru and then smirked up at him.
"Why are you so interested old man?" the laugh came unexpected.
"You know that she belongs to me." Sesshoumaru snarled, crimson began to cloud his vision while his canines elongated.
"You should have killed me when you had the chance Lord of the West." his laugh and recognition of his identity made Sesshoumaru's stomach twist.
"If I were to have killed you than Rin would never have forgiven me." Sesshoumaru growled.
"This could only be a fragment of her soul, you realize it don't you?" Kouga smiled.
"This is my Rin. I can feel it." the silver haired demon stood before the boy he should have killed long ago. He should have known that the soul of a baby could not resist that of a well aged demon. He had expelled his own child just so he might live again.
"It was hard to learn how to adapt growing up again. The way you quite literally threw me to the wolves." Kouga smiled bitterly.
"I should have killed you and lied to her." he snarled tightening his grip on Kouga.
"That woman could read you like a book. Of course here it's different. I didn't have you to get in the way. You should see the way she craves me." Kouga sneered.
"Stop" Rin yelled.
"Play you're part well" Kouga whispered quickly as Sesshoumaru threw him to the floor. He looked up at Rin angrily trying to hide his amusement.
Sesshoumaru watched as Rin helped his enemy up and embraced him. Burning, his blood was practically evaporating in his veins. He made his way towards his castle, which had been perfectly preserved in his absence. As of right now he didn't see fit to enter his library. He instead thought of a better place to look. He looked down a long flight of stairs that seemed to go on for hours. Sesshoumaru did not feel like walking down the steps although he should have considering that he would have had time to think about if he was ready to look at her.
Sesshoumaru took a deep breath and jumped off the top step to the floor below. He exhaled shakily as he reached the bottom. He landed gracefully making only the slightest pat on the floor. His smile was brief as he looked to the heavy mahogony doors to his left. Inside he would see only what he wished would happen. His hand lingered on the door knob as if willing himself to go back upstairs. Even the servants looked at him with pity as he headed down.
"Rin...I'm trying hard not to do this to you. I'm trying but, none of them have been you." his voice tightened despite his disdain at himself. At points he wished he had never met the beauty. He wished that he had lived his life without knowing her. They both would have been happier that way. If he was not in the way, she could have loved Kouga. He knew she could have. He could have loved another as well. However it had already come to all of this.
He entered the room and stared down into a glass case. It was filled with sacred water and deep magic. So badly he wanted to open the doors to this glass, but he didn't want to lose her. It was terrifying to him. Inside the glass and emerged in the water was a young woman, with ink like hair flowing in tendrils around her, her thick lashes touched the tips of her cheeks. This was the woman he wanted. This was his Rin. She wore a black nightgown inside the darkness of her hair and the material making her milky skin glow. It looked like she was sleeping. He couldn't keep himself from the longing. He touched the glass that kept him from her. The glass that kept her with him. The sound of small footsteps echoed behind him.
"Sir, she breathes, but she isn't alive." a small greenish colored man said. The type that always seemed to be seasick, that was the color of his skin.
"Not yet." Sesshoumaru said. On her lips was an old breathing tool.
"If she lives again, will she not just die again?" Jaken asked his master, over the years he had become more respected.
"I will not allow it." Sesshoumaru said.
"There is no way this could work, my lord." Jaken looked to his master and back to the girl. He knew the story, but he did not know the girl. Sesshoumaru watched her without tire. Suddenly there was movement in the water. The woman grabbed her chest right above her heart.