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Moonlit Dreams	By : beowulfsword Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 2209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's Note: Sorry for the small delay, guys, but hopefully the length of this chapter will make up for it, uh? Thank you Sankontesou, Animegirl007, Lena, and Drake220 for your reviews! I really appreciate them!

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Chapter 2: Mirror, Mirror
Now dressed in a comfortable pair of form-fitting jeans and a black tank top with a frame-engulfing, gray long-sleeved t-shirt thrown over it, Rin sat quietly on the couch with her socked feet tucked under her and an ominously large textbook open in her lap, duteously studying for a history quiz that she knew she was bound to fail anyway.
Suddenly, a harsh yawn pushed itself past her lips. She brought her hands up to rub her eyes, then glanced over at the glowing digital clock on the DVD Player. She groaned when it read a quarter past eleven.
Her heavy-lidded eyes flicked down to her history book, the black print on the sleek glossy paper seemingly growing smaller and jumbling together as she stared.

�Ugh, forget it,� she thought, slamming the book closed and tossing it onto the cushion next to her as she got up and stretched.
Picking the textbook up again, she switched off the side lamp and slowly made her way upstairs. Once she found and entered her dark room, she carelessly dropped the book heavily on some random piece of furniture and simply fell face first onto her bed, burying her nose in the rumpled sheets.
She lied there in silence for a while, not bothering to straighten herself so that she could lie comfortably. She was tired � but she couldn�t bring herself to sleep. She kept her eyes closed and waited.
When nothing happened after another few minutes, she sat up in frustrated and fixed her position so that she lie fully on the bed on her stomach.
And slowly but surely she succumbed to her exhaustion.
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They were foreboding in their dark shirts and equally dark slacks and shiny black shoes. Their facial expressions were grim; their eyes dull with discomfort and sadness. Two officers; one male, one female.
They interrupted her lesson by walking up to her sensei and asking him something. Her trusted teacher looked as he always did. Strong, powerful; always in control.
But when he nodded in her direction, she could have sworn she saw a flicker of worry cross his otherwise impassive face.
The officers thanked her sensei and slowly walked over to her, the sadness in their eyes intensifying to the point that it made her want to back away, possibly even hide from them. She knew there was something terribly, terribly wrong.
What would the authorities want with her? She was a good girl. She had been raised to be polite to others and to follow the rules the best she could.
And then she knew in that same instant that it wasn�t anything that she had done.
They stopped just in front of her, and it was the female officer who spoke first.
�Are you Seijunaki Rin?�
She didn�t know if she should lie or not. She didn�t want to know why they were here, seeking her out. She glanced between the two officers, feeling uncertainty rising up.
�Yes, I am.�
She watched the two adults exchange looks before the female bent down slightly to look her straight in the eye.
And something told her that she made a fatal mistake at telling them the truth.
�Rin,� she spoke softly, her eyes unwavering, �your parents were killed in a car accident early this afternoon. I�m � truly sorry.�
And just like that, she felt her world screech to a halt. She just stood there, staring at the officer as if she were playing an extremely early April Fool�s joke on her. A nasty, cruel April Fool�s joke.
But she didn�t smile and say, �April Fool�s! Got ya!�
She slowly became aware of the heavy weight of her peers� eyes. They were watching and waiting her reaction to such horrific news.
But she didn�t know how to react. Should she deny it? Tell them to stop messing around with her? Scream and wail and drown in sorrow? Grieve?
She slowly directed her eyes to her beloved sensei�s, hoping for reassurance that he, too, was in on this little game and that everything was all right.
She saw that his narrow, beautiful forest-green eyes had widened, if only slightly, reveling his own shock.
An expression that told her that this definitely wasn't a game.
She looked back at the female officer and did the only thing she figured was the best reaction of them all.
She fainted.

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Everything was still in her room. She lay on her side with her back to the window, her eyes stilled closed. She could feel cold sweat beaded on her forehead. Her body was stiff with tension.
She inhaled slowly and deeply, holding the air a few heartbeats, and the exhaled, taking with it the said tension.
And then she just simply . . . opened her eyes.
She stared at her bedroom door. There was a single slim streak of bright moonlight running up and down its length, obviously sneaking in through a slight parting of her curtains behind her.
Closing her eyes again, she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, the bedspread falling from her slim shoulders and crumpling into a small heap in her lap.
She absently wiped the back of her hand across her forehead to remove the moisture there, realizing that her dreaming was good to her this time around.
Her last few had been based on what her parents could have possibly looked like in the fatal wreck.
She had been later informed that it hadn�t just been a simple one-on-one car wreck, but a gruesome pileup that included vehicles much bigger than her father�s small Honda Civic.
She was also told that they had died instantly, and that they hadn�t suffered. She figured that was the male officer�s attempt at reassuring her.

�They needn't to. Grandma and I suffer enough for the both of �em,� she thought bitterly, twisting the bedcovers in her fingers. She willed herself not to cry, but she could feel the stinging of tears forming anyway, her vision blurring instantly.
Choking back a sob, Rin violently ripped the covers off of her and pushed herself off the bed. She stumbled across her room almost blindly, making her way to the closed door of her closet.
She turned the knob and pulled it open, the cool trapped air inside washing over her. She reached inside the small dark space until her fingers found and wrapped themselves around the beaded chain hanging there. Giving it a gentle pull, it made a hard clicking sound before dim light flooded the interior.
Drying her eyes with large sleeves of her gray over shirt, and sniffling softly, she slowly knelt down just the threshold. The light didn�t really reach the floor because her hanging clothes blocked most of it, but she was still able to see the worn brown box tucked just behind the thick framing of the door.
She gently grasped the pathetic looking box, as if afraid if would disintegrate and take its precious contents with it, and pulled it out of the closet. She moved back a little and set the box down in front of her.
This .. was her comfort of sorts.
She thought it was extremely odd that the very things that reminded her so much of her parents � would be the only things that could possibly make her feel better.
She slowly peeled back the flaps of the box, revealing the treasure inside.
What little bit of light filtering past her hanging clothes softly bathed the items inside the box, helping her to see what she looked through, and savored everything she touched and gazed.
She carefully pulled out pictures of her mother and father. There was one where they were sitting on an old park bench, her father�s arm wrapped around her mother�s shoulders lovingly, both donning happy smiles.
She set the picture down on top of the others and then pulled out her mother�s favorite flower hair clamp.
She lightly ran her finger over the large, light pink petals splashed with baby blue, rubbing the pad of her thumb over the lifelike water droplets that dotted the beautiful hair ornament.
She glanced inside the box again, spotting amongst the other priceless items the black velvet pouch that held her father�s family heirloom.
Gently setting down her mother�s hair clamp, she reached back into the box and pulled out the soft, weighted pouch, and then sat back in a cross-legged position as she pushed up the flap.
The fine, delicate silver chair of her father�s family necklace peeked at her from just inside it, and she felt a small smile tug at her lips. She slowly lifted the chain out of it, bringing with it the slightly heavy amulet attached to it.
She sat there in thoughtful silence, her chocolate-brown eyes absorbing the image of the stunning yet unusual pendant.
It wasn�t very big; it fit her palm perfectly. The pendant consisted of a thick, triangular frame made of pure gold that pointed downward, and inside of it dangled a marble-sized orb.
She rolled the hard sphere between her thumb and index finger thoughtfully. It was pretty; the color of a dark blue with waves of white swirling around its circumference, reminding her of the night sky.
She continued to stare at the night-like orb as an unwanted memory resurfacing..
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Their funeral was beautiful one.

The weather was hovering between autumn and winter, making the day cool with light breezes, but the sun was out, easily warming them on the clear day.
The trees were slowly stripping themselves of their thick coats of foliage for the changing of seasons, causing their leaves of various colors and sizes to be strewn about on the soft earth beneath their feet.
She was standing there quietly, not really listening as the priest read slowly and clearly from the thick book that he lovingly cradled in his hands.
She stood at the feet of the twin caskets that were positioned side-by-side and held just above the deep graves that they would be soon be lowered into and buried, safely hidden forever from the world and its madness.
She felt her grandmother lay a hand on her shoulder and give it a gentle squeeze as the priest finished his piece of prayer and nodded to the two men standing next to him. They each moved to one casket and both pressed a button, activating the machines that held them.
She�d watched as her parents were simultaneously lowered into the welcoming earth, her eyes burning with hot tears. She refused to look away though, knowing this would be the last time she would ever see them above ground again.
When the wreath of flowers that decorated each of the polished lids disappeared beneath the lip of the graves, she turned on her heel and abruptly began walking away; away from her parents� permanent resting place; away from her other mourning relatives and friends; away from a life she had been content on living.
And walked into another one without so much as a fight; one she knew would hold nothing but sorrow and loneliness and darkness.
One that wouldn't include the love and protection of her parents.

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Rin squeezed her eyes shut as her tears flowed freely down her cheeks and into her lap. She gripped her father�s amulet tightly as her heart began to break.

�They�re never � never coming back,� she thought despairingly as a rough sob tore from her lips, her tears falling harder as memory upon memory of her life with her mother and father mercilessly bombarded in her mind's eye.
She clutched the pendant to her chest as she doubled over as sobs racked her body, her mind wailing in anguish.

�Oh, God, why? Why? They never did anything wrong! They were loving, caring people! Why did you take them away?! Why, why, why?!�

Ba-bump . . .

Rin choked back an oncoming sob and slid her soft brown eyes open, momentarily startled when she felt something.

Ba-bump.

She jerked as she felt it again, and looked down at the necklace pressed to her chest.

Ba-bump.
She squeaked and tossed it away from her and scooted back some.
She just stared, her tear-soaked eyes wide in fright and wonder.
Something about it called out to her and that only caused to frighten her more. She could practically feel her soul reaching out to it, urging her to pick it back up; to hold it against her again.
She glanced around her room for a moment, and then back at the necklace. Swallowing hard, she crawled back over to it and touched it warily. She felt it pulse in response to her gentle caress.
Awed, she picked it up and held it, carefully and curiously stroking its triangular shape.
She watched as the orb in the middle glowed a pale blue when it pulse. She moved her finger cautiously towards it, intending on feeling it, but before she could movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.
She turned her head and locked gazes with her own reflection in a mirror that stretched the full length on the inside of her closet door.
She blinked, confused.

Ba-bump . . .
Her eyes widened when her reflection became distorted and wavy when the mirror�s face began rippling like water.
And then it slowly stilled, becoming flat again.

'Um . . . whoa,' she thought.
Curiously, she stretched out a hand and pressed her fingertips against the surface, feeling it to be cool and solid.

Ba-bump . . .
As if a pebble had just been thrown into it, she watched as ripples formed again over the smooth glass face, and she gasped when her fingers slid through it as easily as if it had truly been water.
She quickly pulled them out and the mirror smoothed out once more.
�This is � this is insane,� she whispered, eyes wide and heart thumping loudly in her ears.
She jumped to her feet and backed up some, then glanced down at the amulet still in her hand when she felt it pulse, causing the mirror to ripple again.
�How � how can this be possible?� she questioned quietly. That was when she felt it again. The tugging at her soul and her heart. She felt something strong urging her to walk into the wavering mirror; needing her to be on the other side of it.

Ba-bump . . .
She looked down at the necklace, a small frown playing on her lips.

�Should I . . .?�

She glanced back up at the rolling surface of the mirror.

�This is so nuts . . . and yet .. why does it feel so . . . right? So . . . normal?�
Ba-bump . . .
There was another feeling of gentle tugging at her insides, but this time she thought she felt it pull a little firmer; as if this something was growing impatient with her futile stalling.
Her frown deepened as she forced herself to steel her emotions the best she could and reach out to grasp onto courage that had lied dormant after her parents' passing.
Taking in a deep breath and slipping the silver chain of the necklace over her head, she turned and walked to her backpack. With the help of the light from her closet, she began packing various items that may be essential, including some extra pair of socks, underwear, and another shirt. She even left the room to grab some food and water from kitchen.
Something deep down was telling her that once she stepped through the mirror �everything was going to drastically change for her. Whether it be a good change or a bad one, she hadn�t a clue, but she felt she now had to know.
After slipping on her white tennis shoes and zipping up all of the pockets of her now weighted backpack, Rin slipped her arms into the straps and heaved it up onto her back.
She hesitated for one sane moment, her mind screaming at her for what she was doing.

�Am I . . . really going to do this?�

The logical part of her mind was begging her to be reasonable; to realize that rippling mirrors and necklaces with heartbeats were not reality-based; to acknowledge she was finally beginning to lose it.
She may have actually listened to that part of her if she hadn�t felt another soft tugging; a gentle touch that held such persuasion and positive insistence that her soul just couldn�t refuse it.
�Well . . . they do say one should always follow their heart . . . ,� she said wistfully. And then softly smiled.

�And this . . feeling . . is definitely telling me to listen to my heart.�
Ba-bump . . .
Tightly gripping the straps encircling her shoulders to steady herself, she walked back towards the wavering mirror. She only paused for a moment before she lifted her hand and pressed her fingers forward, watching them slip into the rippling surface and feeling a pleasant coolness slide over her as she pushed in deeper.
Her hand; her forearm; past her elbow and half way up her bicep.
Her nose was nearly touching the mirror as she stood there. Inhaling deeply and holding it, she squeezed her eyes shut and shoved herself forward, throwing her whole body inside the liquid-like surface of her mirror.
All was quiet in her room. The light in her closet remained on; the box of memories sat peacefully where it had been abandoned.
The mirror continued to ripple gently, if only for a few more seconds, before finally settled back down, the surface becoming smooth and solid once more.
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