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Red Strings of Fate	By : northstar Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 11810 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*Thoughts*

[Character]

~* Chapter 1: The Spark that Started it All *~

[Sesshoumaru]

I looked at her, this girl creature that I had raised. Lurking in the shadows,
I admired the slender curves of her form that had nothing to do with being a
girl and everything with being a woman. Fifteen was such a tender age, yet as I
understood it, many human females her age were wives and mothers, caretakers
and laborers. Involuntarily, my eyes ran down the pale line of her body again,
lingering at the swell of her youthful breasts and the hollow of her hips. My
hand clenched against the urge to stroke all that silken skin, to explore all
that territory that was mine. I wanted to run my claws down her smooth spine,
score permanent marks across the back of her thighs.

Unsettled by the direction of my thoughts, I turned once more to scouring our
surroundings, making sure that Rin's bathing pool
remained safe and solely hers. Such things had become necessary after Jaken had pointed out her budding figure. That the toad
noticed before I did still infuriates me to no end. Rin
is MY charge, MY responsibility. Her life, her being, all are
mine to do with as I see fit.

I stole another glance at Rin. Catching my eye, she
turned and waved back before diving under the waves, as sleek as any fish. A feral, ironic smile quirked my lips. Before me, she had no
modesty. Before me, she was as natural in her skin as any wild creature. My
smile flashed more fang than was safe for any other creature to see.

She was an enigma, my Rin. A female enigma that I
realized I would never solve, no matter how long my lifetime.

I watched the reflected light off of the water dance along the line of her
chin, off the white expanse of her throat, off of the tips of her dark hair.
The same features that had given her childish face a whimsical quality had
sharpened, becoming a dark, delicate, honed beauty that clung to her like an
ethereal robe. She lacked the grace and majesty of a hunting predator-such as myself-but she moved with a sort of sure footed purposefulness
that complimented her innocent charm and labeled her the forest creature she
was.

Again, she caught me watching her. Striding over, she left the water and set
foot upon the path, coming towards me with her bright, welcoming smile.

My lips rose in a twisted, humorous mockery of her smile and again I was struck
by the absolute ease in her manner even though she stood before me naked and
helpless. She had no awareness of me as a male, nor
any male in general. The sadistic part of me longed to strip away that
innocence and show her exactly why males should be feared, but the greater part
of me was relieved that this cause for many a headache had not manifested yet.

Impulsively I brushed a few stray strands away from her face. Though I did not know it, my eyes softened into an almost gentle
expression as I looked at her.

"Did you enjoy your bath?" I asked quietly.

"Yes," she replied cheerfully, her head cocked invitingly.

My heart turned over like it always did and I scowled darkly. "Gather your
things. Its time to go," I stated abruptly and gave her my back, heading
to the spot where I had left Jaken and Aun.

The sound of heavy footsteps reached my sensitive ears. Out of long practice, I
had my sword unsheathed and was heading back towards Rin
before her first scream sounded. This time it was a lumbering forest youkai, seven feet tall with a spiked club threatening her
life. Without pause, my sword sank cleanly into his skull, splitting him into
two perfect halves. Flinging the blood from my sword, I sheathed it with a
click, my eyes already assessing Rin for any
injuries.

She was slightly paler than usual, and her enticing breasts were rising and
falling with her pants, but other than that she appeared unharmed. I gave a
sharp nod and returned to Aun and Jaken,
fully expecting her to follow.

[Rin]

I trembled slightly under the casual lash of his glance, waiting until he
disappeared into the underbrush to press a quivering hand to my racing heart.
The last of my fear had left me the moment Sesshoumaru-sama
had appeared, yet at his arrival, it had changed from a gut wrenching, sour
tasting emotion, to one that was heady and wild, twisting my insides with a
giddy, anticipatory excitement.

Dipping water in one hand to rinse off the blood splattered on my arm, I
refrained from looking at the dead demon, preferring to think of it as a non
entity instead of a living creature that had just died. I hated that another
life had been taken to spare mine, but the once I had tried to broach the
subject with Sesshoumaru, he had decreed that my life
was his to protect, and as such, the killing was necessary. After that, he had
refused to talk about it.

Looping the wet, but clean kimono over one arm, I trailed after Sesshoumaru-sama. Stepping into the clearing, I immediately
laid a hand on Un's snout
while fending off Ah's questing sniff with my elbow.
I draped the kimono over the saddle so it could dry, turning to find Jaken staring at me with a scowl. Glaring back at him, I
resisted the impulse to apologize. It seemed that my body offended him, that
each time he saw me without the kimono he was reminded yet again of how odd I
look. Not one to miss an opportunity, he told me exactly how far from his ideal
of beauty I was.

I scowled back at Jaken, disgusted by my twinge of inadequacy.
For good measure, I stuck out my tongue at him and tossed my head to show him
that his words hadn't affected me. Tuning my back on him, I came directly face
to face with Sesshoumaru-sama.

Liquid amber eyes sharp with keen intelligence, casually met my own. Something
below my stomach became unsettled, and my body heated until my skin was
uncomfortable. My reaction to him always confused me, but by now I was
adjusted, expecting it and even dismissing it from my thoughts. So I smiled
beguilingly up at him, nothing of my discomfort apparent on my face.

There was something about his gaze that sought to strip away the layers of my
soul, as if he wished to see all my thoughts and desires. At once I sensed that
he failed, coming no closer to unraveling the mystery of my femininity or
humanity.

Frustrated, he looked away.

A small part of me felt smug and playful over that small victory, but as to why
it was a victory, or as to why I should feel satisfaction from it, I hadn't a
clue.

My stomach grumbled, and I dug in the saddle bag for some of the tubers I had
found yesterday. Enjoying the clean crispness of the insides, I scrambled
aboard Aun as he started to trail along behind Sesshoumaru-sama.

As we traveled, I threw the kimono around my shoulders, shivering at the cold
dampness of the material after the warmth of the late afternoon sunshine.
Crossing my arms over the hump at the base of Aun's
neck, I rested my head in the cradle they made, drifting off to the jingle of Aun's harness, the thud-thud of Jaken's
staff, and the faint shush-shush of Sesshoumaru-sama's
clothes.

[Sesshoumaru]

"Its time you married the girl off." Jaken
grumbled as he kept one eye trained on the sleeping figure.

Jolted out of my silent musings, I pinned the toad with a disdainful stare.
When I did not reprimand him outright, he took it as a sign he should continue.

"The girl parades about as shamelessly as a common prostitute! It was bad
enough that she attracted hungry youkai when she was
young. Now the youkai are as likely to fuck her as
eat her!" he huffed, so worked up that his eyes were on his animated hands
instead of my face. So he did not notice my hand snaking out to encircle his
throat.

Ruthlessly I flung him back against a tree, pinning him neatly under my grip.
His frightened eyes flashed white and his hands came up to tug at my wrist.

"Sessh-Sesshoumaru-sama-" He gulped out.

My only response was a narrowing of my eyes. Deliberately I placed one claw
over the big vein in his neck and called forth the venom that was mine to
command. His first cry of pain as the skin of his neck melted under my touch
was rapidly squelched by the tightening of my hand.

Aun gave a protesting snort at the stench of
liquefying flesh and shifted nervously.

Having no desire to wake Rin, I let the venom
subside. Studying the fear in Jaken's face, I deemed
it sufficient enough to make my point.

"You are not worthy enough to clean the dirt from my feet. Never, never presume to tell me what actions I should or should not
take. What I do or do not do with Rin is of no
concern to you."

Punctuating my words slowly and clearly in a monotone voice, I gazed coldly
into his blood shot eyes. Only after he yielded, only after he looked down and
nodded did I release him.

I turned from him with a whip-like action, striding off in the direction of the
northwest. Aun lumbered silently behind me, his
sleeping passenger oblivious to all but her innocent dreams.

I called the venom to my hand once again, allowing the toxin to cleanse the
bits of flesh still clinging to my palm. Far back, behind Aun's
rhythmic four beat footsteps, I caught the sluggish pat-pat of Jaken's webbed feet and the faint grating noise of the
calluses of his hand rubbing over the chaffed and tender skin of his neck.

A bitter, satisfied smile twisted my lips. No matter how I abused Jaken, he would still follow and serve me. Rather than be a
weak demon all alone, he would continue to submit to me because he needed my
protection. Thus was the price of his loyalty.

My eyes drifted to Rin and my thoughts turned back to
the puzzle she represented. For better or worse, Tensaiga
had delivered her into my hands. Whether as a blooding price for saving my life
or because of some other, more subtle purpose, the sword was responsible for
making her mine.

*Why had my lord father given me the sword that saves a thousand lives? Should
not the blade that saved his mother have gone to Inu Yasha?*

I gritted my teeth, knew that my features were darkening into a stormy and
foreboding scowl.

*Why did you gift me with the sword that could not save your life?* I accused
silently, expecting no answer but the usual surge of resentment and hate that
always followed such thoughts.

There was a rustle of fabric, and I watched as Rin
alighted from Aun's back in a swirl of cloth and motion.

She scampered to my side, her face upturned in a
pleasant smile that I sometimes thought might hide her thoughts as effectively
as my own stoic expression. Shyly she latched onto my empty left sleeve,
trailing along behind me like a lost puppy.

Against my first impulse, I allowed her to stay as she was. Once, when she was
younger, she had tried to hold my hand. Terrified that I would not be able to
reach for my swords in time, I had furiously rebuked her. Giving her that
comfort was not a luxury I could afford. From then on, she always has been
careful to keep contact between us to something that can be quickly broken.

A twinge of guilt at the memory of the harshness I had dealt the younger Rin plagued me, and reluctantly I endured, ignoring the
comfort I gleaned from this small touch from her.

[Rin]

Relief flooded me when he did not reject me. Then pleasure, pure and sweet
swamped me. Clutching tighter to the sleeve, I lengthened my stride to keep up
with Sesshoumaru-sama. For the sake of this tangible
link between us, many small discomforts could be endured, including the ache
that was starting in my legs from over-extension.

Momentarily I closed my eyes, relishing the tension through the cloth. Contact
with the most important person of my life was something to be savored,
something to be hoarded and remembered later so that the warm glow of belonging
lingered.

Some say that fate does not exist, but for me, that day, fate put the exposed
tree root in my way that I tripped over without fail.

A startled sound escaped my lips as I barreled into Sesshoumaru-sama.
Ever alert to the sound of my distress, Sesshoumaru-sama
turned and caught me best he could one armed.

The first thing I noticed as my body impacted against his,
was the infallible solidity of his chest. Under me, lean muscle rippled as his
arm came around to encircle my back. Things low in my abdomen hitched and as he
asked me if I was alright, I could not immediately find the breath to answer
him. My hands came up to brace against his chest, to push myself away, but
something seemed to impair the command I sent to them. Instead they lingered
and softened, my flexed fingers relaxing, my finger tips seeking to touch more.
A blush, something I had never felt before, warmed my face and I lifted naked eyes
to meet Sesshoumaru-sama's.

[Sesshoumaru]

The shock of Rin's face went straight through my
being, stirring an involuntary reaction from my loins. Tousled, damp hair
feathered against my cheeks as she stripped away all my defenses with a single
look. From the audible, moist intake of breath through parted lips to the soft
sliding of her creamy skin against mine, she was the incarnation of ripe,
innocent seduction. The primal, feminine look in her dark eyes was enough to
make me pause. The feel of her lithe young form against mine was enough to
excite passions I had buried deep. The subconscious surrender in her demeanor
was enough to rouse the predator in me, the one who saw weakness and wanted to
take what was offered without reserve.

But it was her uncertain smile, the same smile she had when she gave me unasked
for aid in the forest, that both undid me and put me
back in control. This being, this fragile, beautiful creature of mine, had
grown into an adult, with adult passions.

A wave of sadness and resignation made me weak kneed, but like every other
emotion, I steeled myself against it. When it had become apparent that I would
be keeping Rin, I decided that I would act as her
guardian and master until she was grown.

I could no longer ignore the evidence. Rin was a
mature female.

It was time to see her settled back among her own kind.
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