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Rin felt like crying. She had no idea where she was, how she'd gotten here, or even why. Her throat was now sore from being choked and she didn't know whether or not her attacker would come back. This was his camp, or at least she assumed it was since this was where he brought her after she passed out. If he did come back, would he attack her again? The anger and rage she saw in his crimson eyes was more frightening than any dream she's ever had, but beneath all of that, she could sense a deep pain. Had he lost someone close to him who happened to share the same name as she?

He'd been calm and collected one minute, showing little or no emotions, and the second she mentioned her name, he snapped. Using her hand, she touched her sore throat. Without a mirror she couldn't know for sure, but she would bet money on there being a bruise forming. The strength she felt in his hands, the power she could feel him holding back, would have been more than enough to snap her neck. Despite this, she tried desperately to make him let go, breaking most of her nails in the process. Even though he could have easily killed her right then and there, he didn't. For that she was thankful, not yet ready to die.

Rin sits back against the tree, closing her eyes briefly. When she did something flashed in her mind. It was very quick and she couldn't make it out fully, but it was almost like a memory. An image of walking behind the same white hair male, looking up at him from behind and feeling a sense of...safety? Before she had the chance to get a better sense of this image, it was gone; much like her dreams upon waking.

A shiver goes through her, and the hairs along her arms raise as goosebumps broke out long her flesh. It was getting cold, or perhaps she was just now noticing the chill in the air. Even though it hurt, Rin carefully moves closer to the fire, laying down at a safe distance but close enough to remain warm. With her arm pillowing her head, she watches as the flames dancing together in perfect sync. It was soothing in a way, and somehow felt very familiar; though she's never been camping her entire life. It was so soothing that she felt her eyes becoming heavy. Not even wanting to fight it, Rin let's herself be pulled into the realm of dreams.

"Lord Sesshomaru!" A voice called from within the forest. "Lord Sesshomaru!" He called again. Over and over again this voice called out to his master. For days now the little green imp has been trying his best to track down his Lord and Master. He'd fallen off the back of A-Un, or so he liked to tell himself he'd fallen. In reality, Jaken had said something he shouldn't have, and Sesshomaru and pushed him off, throwing him into the trees below.

"Lord Sesshoma-" He suddenly falls quiet as the light from a fire burning caught his eyes. Yellow orbs go wide and filled with tears as he hugged the Staff of Two-Heads close to his chest. "I knew M'Lord wouldn't completely abandon me!" "Lord Sesshomaru!" He calls out, running as fast as his short legs would carry him.

When he came into the clearing of the camp his expression dropped and he quickly became depressed. "He's not here..." Looking around he saw some human asleep beside her fire and his depression turned into annoyance. "It's just some filthy human! Lord Sessho-" This time he was cut off by a rock being thrown at his head.

As the rock collides with his head, Jaken was suddenly thrown forward. Dazed for a moment, he didn't realize who had thrown the rock. Getting back to his feet, he turns around ready to go off on whoever had been stupid enough to hit him, when he came face to face with white cloth. Tilting his head up, joy rushes through him at the sight of his lord. "M'Lord Sessho-!"

Sesshomaru shuts his servant up, silencing his annoying screeching. "Silence Jaken, or I will remove your tongue." Removing his foot, his turns back towards the fire, taking Rin's place against the tree.

The imps green flesh turns stark white, and his head hurriedly nods. He watched as his master sat down behind the human female and tilts his head curiously. This was his master's camp, but why was there a human girl here and why was he watching with such intensity? Not since Rin had traveled with them, has a human of any kind, shared their camp. So what was with this girl?

Walking a little closer, Jaken tries to get a better look at this female, wanting to know what made her so special. The fire cast a reddish, orange glow over her; despite this, he was still able to make out her features. Unlike his master, it took Jaken much longer to figure it out, but when he did, a sharp gasp comes from him and he stumbles backwards, falling on his butt. "M'Lord!" He yelled out again, forgetting Sesshomaru's earlier warning. "It's Rin!"

Golden eyes cut across to the incompetent demon. He didn't need to say anything, his cold stare alone immediately shut him up. Once Jaken seemed to get the point, Sesshomaru takes his attention off of him and looked back at the girl. He refused to accept the fact that this female shared the exact same name as his Rin. The very thought made his blood boil. There wasn't any way this female was the little girl he once cared for.

Unless she was Rin's reincarnation.

As quickly as this thought crossed his mind, he dismissed it. That wasn't possible. If she were Rin's soul reborn, then she would have been born in another time, just as Inuyasha's woman had been reborn in Kagome. She had been brought through the Bone-Eater's Well from the future. Once Naraku had been defeated, she'd been sent back to her own time, the well going dormant; until three years later, she returned. Now she lived here with his half-brother, the well losing it's power completely. Even still, if the well was active today, there was no way this female had come through it. They were more than a weeks journey from the village and she had appeared suddenly, like out of thin air.

Though, now that he was thinking about it, it could be possible that someone with very powerful magic pulled Rin's reincarnation through a portal of some kind. Bringing her back here in order to weaken him, knowing his past feeling towards the human girl.

The sound of soft murmuring pulled him from his thoughts. Focusing back on the female, Sesshomaru saw her small body trembling, but not from cold. The scent of her fear filled his senses once more. She was having what appeared to be a nightmare. While she continued to shake, she began to move about, as if she were being held down. The murmurs turned into whimpers and the salty scent of tears reached his nose. Was she crying?

He wasn't sure what compelled him to move to her, but Sesshomaru found himself getting to his feet and walking the couple steps it would take to reach her sleeping form. Kneeling down beside her, he leaned close, trying to hear what she might be mumbling.

"Wait." Her voice was so soft that it was even difficult for his sensitive hearing to catch. Leaning in a little more, he tried to hear her further. "Please, don't do thi-" She suddenly stopped speaking, her voice catching in her throat as she gasps. The sound she made was one of distress.

Eyes narrowed, he went to wake her, his hand reaching for her shoulder. "Ri-"

"Save me, Lord S-Sesshomaru..." Her words forced his hand to stop just before he could touch her.

A darkness came over the camp and with it the feeling of unimaginable rage. Anything living immediately ran for cover, hiding from the being who gave off this rage. Fearing for their very lives, and they were smart to do so.

Her plea to be saved told him two things, this was Rin's reincarnation and that when she had died, her final words had been a cry for him to save her. Pulling his hand back, clenching it into a tight fist, blood seeps from his palm. He had let her down. Leaving her in the incapable hands of his foolish half-breed brother. Her death was completely his fault and the guilt that he'd been pushing away for over a century welled up once more.

"Forgive me, Rin." The muscles in his jaw were tense, a snarl on his lip, baring his teeth. "I failed you once, but I will not fail you again."

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard her whimper in fear. Unlike moments ago, this whimper wasn't from a nightmare, but from the ominous feeling he was giving off. Without hesitation, Sesshomaru reaches out once more, using his unbloodied hand, to take a gentle hold of her shoulder. Almost immediately she calmed down, giving a subdued sigh, even rolling towards him.

From behind a tree, quivering in fear, Jaken watched on as Lord Sesshomaru seemed to comfort the sleeping human. Was it because she resembled Rin so much? The girls untimely death had weighed heavily on his master for many years. He didn't let it show, but Jaken just knew he blamed himself. Whatever had angered him so, seems to have disappeared, as the air no longer felt tense.

Coming out from behind the safety of the tree, Jaken once more took his place beside the fire. By the time he had moved back into the opening, his master was no longer at the girls side, taking place at the base of the tree. He was even more surprised when he closed his eyes. It was a rare sight indeed to witness his master sleeping.

Well, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter as much as you have the previous ones. Seems that Rin has been dreaming of the moment of her death for quite some time; it's no wonder she hasn't been able to sleep. Though, hearing those words seems to have upset Sesshomaru. This may have convinced him that this is Rin, just not how he remembers her. I sure hope he doesn't expect her to be as obedient as her past self. Stay tuned to find out! Don't forget to send in those reviews, they help me stay motivated! Until next time~