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The Fall into Our Darkness	By : Kuronohime Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 12042 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Rin pranced along like a small spring hare, while Sesshoumaru sluggishly tailgated her. The twosome had been traveling for a couple of days after Jaken had separated from their group. Currently, they were headed towards Kaede's village.

It was not in accordance with his plans to stop by and visit his brother, the demon lord had more pressing matters regarding the production of his weapon, but Rin had insisted upon it. He would die a gruesome death before admitting this, even to himself, but he was unable to resist her requests.

He watched over her as the little girl joyously waved her hand through a cluster of dandelions that dispersed in white fluffy tufts.

She awed him in so many ways. In how such small things she found pleasure in, her perseverance in optimism when everyone else would have given up. And many had given up on him. Even the great demon lord himself had convinced himself that sentimentalism was for fools. In his heart, for the longest time, there did not exist a corner for love, compassion or any other needless emotions. Only useless weaklings ran for their nurses for hugs and kisses at adversity.

But that mentality had changed when that little, scrawny human being, despite her fear, had come to him, willingly, and offered him food. Even after he had refused and ignored her, she persisted. She hadn't given up on him when by all counts of reason, she should have.

It was all the way back then when his heart had fluttered beneath his chest. It also terrified him. To have that iron gate to his heart ajarred. All sorts of new feelings followed in her little footsteps. They crept in live thieves in the night, soundlessly, and claimed hold of everything in his heart.

The year he had spent with her hand changed him more than centuries traveling the earth and other realms alone had.

The power she had over him was vastly superior to any power he had in himself. So naturally, every request uttered with the unaware bat of those eyelashes of hers, he was at her command. It irked him to no avail, but his grumpy mutiny died at the sight of her happiness.
”Sesshoumaru-sama, look!” The little girl chirped and hopped on her tiptoes. ”I can see the lumber's hut, we're almost there!” She giggled and the steps that had grown weary over the past day suddenly were envigored and gave haste.
But something was amiss.
”Rin. Halt.” Sesshoumaru commanded as his ears twitched. Where there should have been dull murmurs of the people talking and children laughing outside, there was only distant echoes of despair and crying.
The demon lord pulled his young protégé behind his back as they continued to proceed to the village. The lands were still distraught by Naraku’s death as many clans of demons and humans alike fought for new territories. Even though none had been foolish enough to contest Sesshoumaru’s station, it was only a matter of time before the henchmen of Naraku would recoup under new lords and be stupid enough to challenge him. Most demons knew that Kaede’s village was under special protection from Sesshoumaru-sama since Rin spent much of her time there.

They walked past first of the human dwellings at the outskirt of the village. But there were no farmers outside working in the fields, no women carrying firewood for supper, no misbehaving children running amok.

Rin sensed something was off, as well.

“Where is everyone, Sesshoumaru-sama?”

The demon lord didn’t reply, only made sure his temporary katana was easily accessible underneath his yukata. Every step they drew closer to the village, a scent of iron began to tint the air.

When they finally arrived, Rin was able to hear blood-chilling cries and moaning coming from the center of the village. People were gathered around a wooden table, an altar made of hinoki wood, and a person who laid on the table, covered by a crimson-tainted woven mat of bamboo. Spread across the ground laid several other cadavers, all hidden from the eyes of the living. Some people wept in anguish where other bellowed in anger.

The reek of life blood was so thick, even Rin could smell it. The earth was covered by it.

“What happened here?” Rin asked her lord, the childlike chime gone from her voice.

But her liege was as uninformed as was she. Sesshoumaru had remarked walking past earlier houses that they had been trashed with claw-marks running along the walls. It was the work of a powerful demon, but who?

Some of the people took notice that the demon lord had arrived among them, briefly stopping their wailing and scooting away from him, gathering their children tightly into their arms – angry and scared of his presence.

One woman further from the rest of the crowd stood still. Seemingly not discerned about all the havoc around her. Her shoulders hung low giving her posture a small and defeated appearance. Her raven black hair was in a tussled mess.

Sesshoumaru nudged Rin in the direction of the woman and they approached her from the side.

When Rin recognized the woman, she had the urge to call out her name as they walked closer, as she always greeted her with such glee, but the miserable visage stifled her name on her lips. What could Rin say? What could she even begin to ask of the woman that hardly even resembled the lively form she had been at their last parting?

The human-demon pair halted few steps away from the woman. When they could see her face, they saw that half of her face covered in blood. Her right eye was swelling close, bruises starting to form on her jaw, forehead and cheekbone. Blood tainted the collar of her otherwise unspoiled white priestess garments.

But to Sesshoumaru, something else, thankfully invisible to Rin, gave him greater alarm.

He could smell her maiden blood that was hidden underneath the pristine white. Tangled with the scent of her virgin blood, the unrelenting scent of his own brother.

Kagome slowly turned her head to the demon lord and his small companion. Her eyes looked like they saw nothing, but her small, trembling voice whispered out with such grave hurt and regret, it would have broken the heart of a stone statue.

“Sesshoumaru.”

A crimson tear rolled down her maimed face.
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