Disclaimers on everything that I don't own.
Inkwell,
By Winterwing3000
Her futon was a rolled out on the floor, her blankets piled messily in a corner, rich kimonos strewn on the ground, rice papers scattered all over, accessories out of their chests, and everything on her desk was toppled.
Rin had flipped and upturned her whole room, looking frantically with her eyes and hands. She couldn't have lost it! It was right there yesterday afternoon, when Jaken-sama was giving her the lesson!
Frustrated, she gritted her teeth and bit back a scream, letting out only a growl. When she suddenly jammed her finger into some books, Rin refrained herself from cursing and plopped onto the floor mats. She needed to calm down. Maybe some fresh air?
No… she'll probably get mad again and start screaming out the window… Errggh.
Heh, what would Sesshomaru-sama think of her when he saw her like this?
Rin snorted and flopped onto her back, eagle spread on the piles of her belongings. Her hand caught a piece of parchment and she brought it to her face. Her caramel orbs softened at the paper.
It was a portrait she drew on a winter day. She wasn't permitted to leave and patrol the borders with Sesshomaru-sama during that cold season and had to remain locked inside his vast castle. After spending more than three years with her master, Rin remembered every precise detail of him; from the crescent moon upon his brow to the black leather boots that he wore.
She smiled sadly as she traced the picture with her finger. There was something mystical about it and it was the ink.
Jaken-sama told her once that the ink and the ink well belonged to Sesshomaru-sama's mother, before she was mated to Sesshomaru-sama's father, Inutashio-sama. Sesshomaru-sama's mother belonged to an Inu clan where they cherished the strokes of words and pictures. And the ink they used was said to be from an ancient dragon's bones mixed with black wheat. The ink well itself was created by an unnatural substance, something which was rare to find here in Nippon.
It had a grayish texture, with bits of granite and minerals embedded to it as it was molded into the shape of a flat rectangle. It was thick and solid, almost like a rock. On the outside, it was smooth but had a rough interior. Sesshomaru-sama had entrusted her with one of his mother's treasured items and now she had gone and lost it!
She promised that she'll keep it safe and by her side forever and ever, and now… she failed him. Her promise was broken… how could she ever face her lord again? A sad expression shadowed her face.
Taking up the picture of Sesshomaru-sama to her face again, she brushed her lips across it and folded it. If she could never find it again, she would have to keep this closer to her heart… since it would be one of the last things where the ink had touched. The other papers did not matter; they were filled with mindless doodles and unrefined hiragana and katakana anyway.
Sniffing, she slipped the page into the inner folds of her yukata and prepared herself to face a tedious battle with her room.
As she started on her bedding and futon, a sharp knock came from the screened door. "Eh? Come in!"
The door slid open and revealed her visitor, which ironically happened to be Sesshomaru-sama. A pretty blush spread over her cheeks as she realized what disarray he's caught her in. "Uhh… Sesshomaru-sama!" she said cheerfully, trying to smooth down her ruffled hair.
"Has there been a disturbance here, Rin?" he asked, eyes carefully taking in her room.
"Um, no I was just looking for something Sesshomaru-sama. I apologize for such a hazardous sight at your visit." She bowed her head and went to clear the tea table. "But please, come in Sesshomaru-sama."
Sesshomaru slipped off his shoes and glided into her privacy, the door closing as he did. He sat down and watched as she hurriedly scuffled around to clean up. Finally, she called to her servant maid for tea and settled herself in front of Sesshomaru-sama.
Silence reigned until Sesshomaru-sama decided to reach into his snow-white sleeve and pulled out a wrapped object and placed it on the table. Rin looked quizzically at him and saw his nod of approval. She pulled it toward her and started undoing the knotted cloth.
Her eyes widened and her mouth agape as she stared at her 'said-to-be' misplaced inkwell. It was safe and in one piece, but something was carved and filled in gold near the bottom right corner. Simple yet elegant characters spelled her name, Rin.
Note: Rin's about 13 and Sesshomaru's over 700.
AN: Ah! Finally, I've updated 30 Kisu! And no worries… I'll be diligently working on it during weekends.
This is for the LJ Community, 30kisses, without the underscore. This theme is from List Alpha, #18 (ink).