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Finish Line,
By Winterwing3000
"Ready! On your marks! GO!" A gunshot was heard. The crowd screamed, cheered and yelled as the runners took off from their starting points.
Most of the eyes of the large audience were trained on one individual, who was running in the second lane from the outer ring. His stature was a couple of inches over six feet, lean, muscled (though not heavily), and somewhat cold and intimidating with that impassive expression on his face.
His long silver mane was tied up, reaching down to his mid-back but the light bangs wafted over his determined amber eyes.
Some would say that he only wanted first place for his school, for more popularity among his classmates, for more awards on his college résumé, but they were more than 'just off the mark'.
Someone was waiting for him at the end of the line, someone who he held dearly to his heart. He was running for her. It was always her dream to run, to run with the wind and be free of other restraints. She always wanted to join the Olympics one day, and almost succeed in her dreams.
However…
One mistake caused her her career.
It was only a miscalculation for timing when she had to jump. She had landed on the sand as her foot banged on the metal stands, left leg skewed into a twisted position with two of her leg joints breaking through the skin. The paramedics and doctors had operated on her foot and told them that the ligaments and fracture was so horrible that her nerves disconnected, and even with proper therapy, she would never be able to walk again, let alone run.
She was like a broken doll, sitting on the hospital bed, face drained of colors and eyes rimmed with red. Day and night she would cry, him holding on tightly to her, promising her that he'll continue the dream for her.
Now, she was right in front of him, waving her hands happily to him with a large brightening smile on her face while sitting down in her wheelchair, assisted by her sister and his brother.
He was nearly there, only a couple more yards and he'll finish first. It was no surprise after all. He wasn't rated top hottest male, most athletic male and the Icy Prince for nothing. In other words, as she would always affectionately put it, he was her 'invincible streak'.
"First!" a referee shouted from the sidelines as he swiftly passed the finish line.
"You did it Sesshomaru! You did it!" a brunette female shouted with limitless happiness shining in her flushing face. He went over to her as his coach tossed him a towel and bent over to give her a tight hug, flashing her one of those rare smiles just for her.
After the 1000 meter dash was over and the crowd had calmed down somewhat, the first three place winners were led to the middle of the grassy field and were stood on the platform, receiving their medals from bronze to gold.
As he stepped up to accept his gold medal, he went up to the awarder and whispered a few things, after a moment of contemplation, the man finally nodded in agreement.
"Will Rin please come up here?" a buzz went through the crowd at the stands. Slowly and unsurely, her sister's boyfriend pushed her up to the stage in her mobile chair.
Everyone hushed as she was wheeled right in front of him. Suddenly, he went down in one knee, taking a small velvet box out of his pocket. Their family members gasped in surprise as her bright caramel eyes widened.
"Rin, I've known you since you were an annoying freshmen, and although, you've yet to complete your studies, will you do me the honor of being my wife once you graduate?" Sesshomaru asked confidently, molten gold eyes burning into her tearing brown ones.
"Yes Sesshomaru, of course!" Rin cried as he slipped the four-carat diamond band into her middle finger and crushed her into a tight embrace, the whole stadium cheering and applauding as they shared a kiss to seal their promise.
Note: Rin's a junior and Sesshomaru's a senior (thus the reason to hold off their marriage).
This is Alternate Universe (AU) Thanks Azurite for catching that!
This is for the LJ community "30kisses" without the underscore. The themes are #9 (dash) and #16 (invincible; unrivaled).