Catch My Disease

By flo4ever

Wow! I'm really astounded at the number of reviews this story has gotten. I only meant for it to be a short, pointless drabble, but now you guys are actually asking for more!

Summary: Sesshomaru resorts to extreme means after he and Rin share a moment. Will things remain tense between them, or will Sesshomaru finally admit to himself how much his ward really means to him?

Listening to: Katy Perry – Self-Inflicted

Disclaimer: Rumiko owns all things IY. I am the proud owner of a fascinating Red Holstein Carmano heifer. Hmm... anime creator or dairy farmer, both tough shoes to fill.

Enjoy!


Chapter 2 - Friend

Rin listened to the disconcerted noise the door made as she slowly opened it. She misses her friend? Where had that come from? He wasn't her friend, he wasn't even human. He was a grumpy, obnoxious, pale faced piece of… She sighed and pushed the door open.

"Kagome?" No answer. She closed the door quietly, not sure whether the woman was asleep or not.

"Inuyasha?" The cocky hanyou didn't answer either, which concerned her. The little house was never this quiet. She walked into the kitchen to find a note on the counter, quickly written in Kagome's messy writing. Inuyasha had taken her to the well. Great, leave the sulking human girl alone in the house, just great. Crumbling the piece of paper, she scoffed and tossed it outside. She grabbed one of Kagome's brightly colored cups and began to fill it with cold water from a bucket. Being alone is not what she needed right now. Who knows what creatures of darkness had followed her back to the village. Kagome is at the well with Inuyasha… Kagome is at the well with Inuyasha… she repeated in her mind.

Kagome. She was one of her best friends, wasn't she? Of course she was, she had been for almost eight years now. She was the one who she would talk to, ask advice, go to for help, share her secrets, everything. She was always there for her.

Rin sipped at the cup, realizing that lately, Kagome wasn't always there. She hadn't been around much, no matter how hard she tried to be. Rin had seen more of her in her wandering days when they had travelled all over the world than she did now living with her. She didn't scurry to her when she was afraid or alone anymore either. Instead, she kept what she was feeling bottled up, not wanting the world or her friends to know she was so vulnerable.

But he knew.

She told him, whenever she couldn't take it anymore she ran to him. For whatever reason he made her forget whatever was bringing her down. He was there to listen and he wouldn't repeat over and over that it would all be okay, because he knew it may not be. He didn't want to give her false hopes like they had. She had told him her deepest secrets, ones that she had even kept from her friends, and he simply let her confide in him.

He should've said no.

He wasn't her confidant anymore, she supposed. And, even if he wanted to be angry at her, even hurt her, she didn't think of him as her enemy. He wasn't anyone's enemy.

Rin downed the rest of her water and set the cup on the counter. Deciding that sleep would be a good option, she headed into her room. Yes, sleep would definitely be a good thing right now. "Arrogant emo bastard…" Rin muttered under her breath as she pealed her kimono from her body. Flicking it on her futon, she pulled out a sleeping yukata and slid into it.

As she pulled her hair down from its messy ponytail, her eyes drifted to the spot where her clothes had landed, catching the sight of deep red stain against the light green fabric. She walked over and picked it up, running her fingers carefully over the blood.

Sesshomaru's blood.

With a sigh, she tossed the kimono to the floor, slipping under the covers.

He wasn't there for her, but she wasn't sure if she could honestly depend on Kagome anymore either...

She was alone. They both were.

Sesshomaru sat with his back against the cold wall, his legs pulled up to his chest with his arm wrapped around them. His deep butterscotch eyes were locked on Toukijin embedded in the wall across from him, in the same position it had lodged after he had thrown it. He had contemplated getting up and grabbing it, but his mind was too clouded to concentrate on much of anything, let alone carving up his chest again.

Playing his strings, as Rin had put it.

His brain kept replaying what she had said to him, about missing him. As a friend. Was that really what she had thought of him? Part of him wanted to crumple because he couldn't be anything more to her. He wasn't sure what they were. Friends though? Perhaps.

He had mused over the thought awhile ago that no matter what was said about him, he was friendly with his mongrel brother and as much as it pained him, even the miko. They may not care for him, but he felt a correlation with them, a sort of companionship, even if they hated him. He wouldn't hesitate to protect them, but only for Rin, because they actually meant something to her. But that didn't make them his friends, he supposed, that made them people she cared about, nothing more. There had been Jaken, but something inside of him told him that he didn't count, that he was never really his friend. No one was. He had been alone. It was sort of an obligation, really, nothing like he felt towards Rin.

He adored Rin.

He swallowed heavily, his stomach feeling odd. He didn't adore her. He was her friend at best, but nothing more. He would protect her within a heartbeat.

Sesshomaru smiled wryly at his musings.

He shook his head, looking to the cobblestone floor. One name. One person who would actually care if he was gone.

He stood unevenly, casting a hard glance at the blade. He had unconsciously picked the wrap from his arms, leaving his arms exposed and fully healed. Sighing, he walked over and pulled the blade free, watching as it reflected the wan light on its bloodied steel surface. Clenching his jaw, he walked over to the desk, opening a drawer and tossing the blade inside.

Perhaps he would require its services later on.....

Oooooh what on earth did Rin tell him? If you review, I might supply your want with delicate hints. Maybe.

On a different note, this one was for DemonsxXxHeart, whose review made me laugh so hard that I choked on my churro. *Emo-Sesshy*

Thanks for reading!