I for Illness
Rin was sick. Her skin was red, pink and it looked unhealthy.
Sesshomaru did the best he could to indemnify the situation. He stomped on the imp.
There. He had delivered the punishment.
But Rin was still sick. She coughed and curled. She sneezed and whined. Her eyes were all puffy, and the light that she usually emits was almost non-existent.
"Oh just cover her in your damn fur and she will be warm and fine in no time" Inuyasha stated and it resulted in a dual of snarls and growls.
"Oh for the love of God!" The monk cursed.
The demon slayer sighed, shook her head and placed wet cloth on the child's forehead.
The kitsune kept pacing and the miko had gone back to her era.
"Kagome would know what to do" The red head kid whined and settled next to Rin. Sesshomaru was this close in asking Inuyasha to bring back the miko from the magic well.
But the wind waved in his direction. It carried the sweet scent of love, joy and purity all bundled up in a single soul.
She came like a hope, hugged the child and gave her a white small capsule that she called as "tablet". She cuddled next to the little human girl, kissed her head and petted her until she dozed off.
The morning was born, birds chirped, trees ruffled, and Rin was up making little garlands for her lord.
Sesshomaru was bemused. The miko was his own little miracle.
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