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A First Time For Everything	By : MiztikalDragon Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 18537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Diclaimer: Why must I keep stating the obvious? We all know I do not own anything here, besides the endless rambling of a poor woman... If I owned, nobody would have loved it as much :)

Been itching to write something like this and when this song came on while at work it broke down the damns. Took me about four-five hours to handwrite this out (otherwise it may not have been written) last night and now it is here for your enjoyment.

"Hero"-- Chad Kroger (Spiderman Soundtrack)

Step, thrust. Block, left. Duck, thrust. Her arms twirled as the lightweight sword danced in front of her eyes. She could hear the screams of the wounded and dying, the battle cries of the temporary victors and she pushed herself harder, side-stepping her current opponent, thrusting her blade into his unsuspecting back. The bright red blood sprayed onto her face. She kicked her defeated opponent before moving to the next, not resting for even a second, not even long enough for a gasp of air as there was no time for a break amidst a war.

The sash tied around her waist fluttered around her body, the red-stained weapon descending on another enemy and slicing through flesh and muscle tissue. The sigh of such gore still made her stomach churn, a weakness she was still learning to get passed after so long. She lunged to the side, rotating her wrist as the hilt came in contact with another man’s face, the snapping of bone loud in her ears as feet flew and she struck his soft belly with the dagger from her left boot.

Being raised with a silver spoon between her lips her parents hadn’t taught her to be as rough as a man and yet knowing she could be found in the heart of a grizzly battle was not something they had expected, or wanted for her. Not in this day and age and she laughed loudly kicking an enemy who charged her like a beast from hell. Her father would have shuddered in disgust, her mother would have fainted dead away and been inconsolable if they could watch her as she mercilessly struck down the warriors and soldiers before her. Her brother, well--he would have been fighting at her side like a comrade-in-arms, oblivious to their gendered structural differences.

Satoru never once minded that she would grow a pair of breasts during puberty, or one day bare a man’s children; those things did not matter when it came to a fight. Her brother believed if you came to a fight unprepared or too cocky, you were forfeiting a life needlessly, but any frightened creature, no matter the size, was capable of taking down a powerful and experienced fighter. Satoru claimed that the outcome of a fight was based on who desired it more and who was determined to die in order to succeed. Any man could win a fight, yet the raw determination and desperate desire had destroyed countless kingdoms of the past quicker than any of the best strategically planned conquests.

The muscles in her back and thighs ached something horrible as she ran up hill, her long sword hacking and slicing at the men who dared to get in her way. After losing her brother, she set out to be a mercenary--a fighter for hire and though it had been a grueling endeavor, somehow she made it out with her life intact and an accredited reputation. She wasn’t greedy and refused to play the mind games that came with the territory. She did what she was paid to do and delivered divine retribution for the one’s she took for little or nothing.

Men laughed at the idea of a woman mercenary, especially one of noble blood; however, much to their chagrin, once crossed, she either left them dead or crying and wishing they were. She did her job like a shrewd merchant ran their business, efficiently and with good judgment. She wasted no time for thugs and vagabonds, thieves or spoiled wealthy men with petty squabbles, and it earned her respect from the kingdom where she was birthed to the few others she had drifted through.

It was her reputation for often ignored moral codes that led her to the Western Kingdom with a traveling band of gypsies. From time to time when traveling to an unknown territory, she traded room and board for manual labor and with the lithe body of a trained fighter it was not difficult to assume the role of entertainer. They gave her dull and sometimes even wooden blades for nights she scoped out the residing noblemen, her dance enthralling the crowds from the almost sexual and challenging moves. She had been raised for many things, to be charming and cunning were at the top of the list and they proved to be useful when it came to negotiations and for getting her (and sometimes others) in and out of trouble. It were times like those when she thanked the heavens and her mother for the infinite patience bestowed on her.

The Western Kingdom was expansive as it was wealthy. The streets void of the normal sewage and disease which plagued other towns and villages of her travels. There was peddling, it could not be helped, along with houses of ill-repute yet they were monitored carefully to keep it from becoming uncontrollable. All-in-all, the towns and villages held a quiet homey feel of a kingdom that ran smoothly and effectively, one with a undoubtedly strong willed and wise ruler.

Most of her spare time was spent in the music halls, her façade as a skilled dancer helping her discover the inner workings of the castle from frequenting soldiers and guardsmen. She read the countless scrolls of their history when she was permitted, ever eager to learn more about a kingdom that was quickly stealing her heart. A year came and went quickly for her until the band of gypsies she often traveled with were invited to the castle. The nervous tension and rumors flew faster than any horse-drawn wagon and it had infected her as well. She was hypnotized by the beauty of the Western Kingdom, yet it would be the men and women who ruled it that would be the determining factor for if she could make it her permanent home.

The king and his second wife (Inutashio and Lady Izayoui) were warmhearted and kind people. Inutashio’s laughter echoing down the halls as he called her out after her performance. She had bowed courteously, sheepishly fighting back her blush as he recognized her family surname and then the next moment calling for a man to test her strength. Truth be told she had been expecting a low ranking captain, most king’s she came across playing the "women are weaker creatures" card. Nonetheless, she’d been thoroughly shocked to see the commander of the Inutashio’s army slowly come her way. He was the first son to the throne and the future king. His long silver hair pulled back into a tightly woven braid that hung easily below his waist, his piercing amber eyes freezing her blood as he watched her with a predator’s gaze.

"Sesshomaru," Inutashio’s voice was still filled with amusement as he addressed his son. "Let us test the merit of Lady Rin of Stolhm and what she has to offer."

The first prince nodded once acquiescing to his father’s childish whims, but she found herself once again surprised as she saw his sharp blade descend on her before she heard it leave its scabbard. Her brother spent countless years drilling the importance of the essentials of a good defense into often stubborn head and it was the only thing that saved her from losing her life. He was quick, her eyes barely able to keep track of him as he attacked her from every angle imaginable. Rin fought to stay on her feet, constantly twirling around him, parrying to his strategically placed thrusts and jabs. His sword bit her flesh her and there, stinging her pride as well as her body, the sweat dripping down her face in endless rivulets.

Sesshomaru danced around her like a carefree wind, untouchable and dangerous, and it was a tiny miscalculation from her that ended their duel, her chest heaving as she frantically fought for breath from her position flat on her back. He had beaten her without breaking a sweat and though she and everyone else in the hall knew he would always be the stronger of the two, it did not keep the jealousy from breathing it’s contagious disease in her heart. It was after that night when she officially joined the leagues of the guardsmen, battling and cunningly moving her way steadily through the ranks, desperately trying to gain the approval of the man who not only defeated her, but insulted her pride by rejecting her as a fighter and equal. She would show him that she was just as good, if not better than any capable man, thus wiping the superior look from his otherwise emotionless face.

The only major problem with that plan was the resultant meeting of Inutashio’s other son, the second born and mischievous prince, InuYasha. The two sons were night and day from each other beyond the silver hair and amber colored eyes they received from their father’s genes. Where Sesshomaru was cold and reserved, InuYasha was outspoken and aloof. The younger prince was the who spotted her and immediately mowed her down, proclaiming he would "show her the ropes". He wound up getting her nearly arrested along with himself on more than several occasions, in return he gave her a friendship she cherished.

It was during another childish adventure where InuYasha met a woman who would later on become his wife and all it had cost Rin was her freedom. She remembered the night Inutashio introduced Kagome to the court. She was a gift from a less off kingdom hoping to be united with the Western Kingdom and Inutashio declared to be the wife to his first born. The declaration struck a chord in Rin she never knew existed and it gnawed at her relentlessly until the night a rather drunken prince confessed a dark secret.

"I think I’m in love with her," InuYasha had pounded back more mugs of ale than she could count and it made her dizzy trying to untangle his slurred words. "I can’t allow her to marry my brother."

"Why not? The treaties are almost signed," she glanced up at InuYasha’s face and felt the blood drain from her own. "Oh InuYasha, please tell me she isn’t--"

"Please Rin," his clumsy hands knocked over his drink and hers as well reaching for her and grabbing her arms to draw her close. "Please help me…"

His request, his pleading was impossible, especially with the slow progress of the wedding filled Rin with the pain and longing for the happiness of her closest friend; however, she agreed to try to persuade Sesshomaru to release the countryside princess from his marriage bed. It took her days to gather the courage needed to approach Sesshomaru, hours to say the words that fled her the moment she stepped into his study unarmed at an inappropriate time of night. She may have been in the king’s arm and a mercenary at that, but first and foremost, she was a woman.

His cool demeanor kept her off guard as she rather hurriedly explained the situation, sweat gathering in her palms as she nervously twitched under his watchful gaze. The way Sesshomaru’s eyes probed her, as if trying to see into her very soul, had always been unnerving. It woke hibernating, alien emotions from deep within her heart and frightened her more than the thought of death. Feelings of longing and infatuation with the firstborn prince bubbled under the surface and she struggled to beat it down unless he unearthed it.

"I want something in return," his voice rumbled sending chills up her spine, the soft timbre urging her to acquiesce, damning the consequences.

"Anything," she whispered watching the way his amber eyes darkened at her words, his long fingers crinkling the parchment he held as he rose to his feet.

She rose her chin to meet his gaze, his silver hair hanging loosely around his shoulders as he circled around her like a hawk. She imagined he’d want nothing, he often expressed as much when comparing himself to his brother. Sesshomaru was not one to ask for anything, he took what he needed nothing more, nothing less and he refused to settle for anything less than perfection. He made her nervous and she worried on her lower lip when he stopped directly in front of her, trapping her between himself and the wall of his study. If she was not careful she could lose herself in him.

"I want you instead," he gave no quarter as his lips descended over hers, demanding for her to submit to him and his will alone.

A million thoughts exploded in her mind as Rin willingly gave herself to her prince, his strong hands urging and tearing gasps of pleasure from her mouth as they roamed and teased her virgin flesh. He ignited an unquenchable thirst for him deep in her and hungrily she met his every sensuous touch with her own that left them both breathless and yearning for more.

Rin shook her mind free of the carnal thoughts of her prince, wiping the sweat and blood from her face as she plowed her way through the endless throng of battling bodies. The aching of her shoulders was growing as the hours of bloodshed stretched out. The overall count of fighting soldiers decreased drastically from both sides and she arched her back missing a sharp blade by millimeters only. Her men were growing weary and tired, it was plain to see on their faces. If reinforcements did not arrive soon, she would have to call a retreat and regroup--giving the enemy an advantage over her that she could not allow.

"Rin!" InuYasha’s voice bellowed loudly from somewhere behind her.

Her head jerked back to see the second born prince on a galloping warhorse, blood flanking the sides of the spirited creature and she felt her heart sink. King Inutashio was dead. She could tell by the careless way InuYasha fought the men that tried to overpower him. More men spilled out onto the battlefield from the other side of the hills, their cries like thundering canons and for a moment she found herself at a loss.

Once the victor was decided, Sesshomaru would ascend the throne and she would lose him. He would marry a worthy woman, one bred specifically to be a queen and she would fade into the shadows. If the Western Kingdom lost, her home would be destroyed and she would be forced for forfeit her life. If they won, it would be her heart that paid the price. Either way, she was left with nothing and the thought alone nearly broke her.

Her scream of rage was deafening as she spun the hilt of her sword, plunging it into a faceless man’s chest, her knuckles slamming into the throat of another as she felt herself slipping into the madness. She fought like a bringer of death, a creature from the depths of hell, her body rolling as she snatched up a forgotten hatchet and throwing it at the breast of her enemy’s general’s warhorse. The general fell from his horse, angry black eyes cursing her to a thousand slow pain filled deaths as he drew his weapons from its sheath. His armor was showy, but well made, small sparks flying from clashes with her sword. He was known to be a beast of a man, torture and rape high on his list of priorities and it only fuelled her anger more when he blocked her sword with his own.

"What a beautiful creature you are," his words slithered like a snake’s, his blade nicking her shoulder and tearing through her flesh. "I’ll savor you."

His free hand shot out, grabbing the long dangling braid of her onyx hair and curling it around his palm. His smile was victorious dragging her closer, his blade keeping her on the defensive. She was losing.

"You’ll look heavenly underneath me." he teased huskily, his black eyes darkening with lust.

"Eat shit and die!" she spat venomously as she knocked away his blade, her own weapon dipping underneath her dark braid as he lunged to overpower her.

Rin’s body overbalanced as her sword sliced through her hair, cleaving it off right below her shoulders. It would grow back should she live. Gasping for breath, Rin struggled to her feet, a cry breaking free from her throat as a metal boot met her ribs effectively knocking her off her feet, another kick rolling her helplessly onto her back.

"A martyr then," the General sneered raising his sword to end her life. "I shall take you in death."

Rin closed her eyes waiting for the strike that would end her pathetic existence. As she lay there under the mercy (or lack thereof) of her enemy, a thunderous roar erupted over the battlefield. The sound itself was unlike anything she heard before and opening her eyes she watched with something closer to wonderment as the General turned to meet the horseman charging him down, his weapon drawn and with one powerful swing, blood rained down on Rin.

The head of her enemy rolled to a stop in front of her, his evil black eyes staring lifelessly at her surrounded by the inky blackness of his hair. The headless body fell in a heap on top of her--stealing the breath from her lungs. Suddenly she could feel the pain from all the sounds she sustained over the last few days, her muscles screaming in protest until she gave in, allowing the darkness to swallow her whole.

She drifted between darkness and consciousness for what seemed like forever, a dull fire burning her skin and scorching her to her bones. At times she swore she felt hands holding her, cradling her, but she had not been cradled since she was a child. She felt as if she were caught in limbo, stuck somewhere in the middle and unable to move forward. A soft rumble brought her instantly to consciousness as it vibrated against her chest, her eyes opening, protesting the influx of bright light that assaulted her.

Her aching body was propped up in a sitting position on a chair out on a balcony overlooking the castle grounds. The sounds of nature soothed her as a plush longhaired orange tabby cat nudged her limp hand, demanding attention. She smiled letting the cat rub itself against her fingers, the soft silky fur draining the worry from her stomach and uneasiness bubbling in her chest. She obviously wasn’t dead, nor was she some prisoner of war, which meant the Western Kingdom--her home were the victors.

"You’re awake," Sesshomaru’s voice fluttered in her ears, his hot breath tickling her neck.

She realized then that she was laying not only on a couch, but on Sesshomaru as well, her head pillowed on his shoulder and she felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment for not noticing sooner. His lips gently brushed her temple, his fingers pulling back the stray stands of her defiant hair behind her ear. His intimate touch had butterflies fluttering I her lower abdomen, a carnal ache pooling from the place between her thighs. She longed to feel him filling her with his desire.

"How long was I unconscious for?" she asked watching the way his fingers linked with her own, his other hand drawing imaginary images onto her bare hip.

"Four days," it wasn’t long and there was still so much more left to be done. He should not have been there with her, not when there were other responsibilities of his needing attention.

"When are you holding Inutashio’s funeral?" they were words that cut her deeply, a sadness close to the one she experienced for Satoru.

"I don’t know, probably when he dies for real?" She heard his amusement and felt the shrugging of his shoulders, it was almost too flippant for the Sesshomaru she had come to know, yet it ws the best feeling in the world when the meaning dawned on her. She would be able to keep Sesshomaru longer.

"I love you," she confessed around a yawn, her fingers squeezing his needing to reassure herself that she was not dreaming.

The gentle touch of his finger’s reciprocated squeeze told her what words Sesshomaru did not say aloud. It told her that he cared, even if he could not form the words and she felt her entire body relax into his. She would be protected by the man behind her and though she swore her allegiance to him as a soldier, she would swear her heart and soul to him as a woman when the time was right.

E/N: I always thought Sesshomaru and InuYasha's dad would play the trickster when it came to them and relationships. I have a few more ideas bouncing around in my head and hopefully I'll keep on with this writing-spree I seem to be on. Yayz
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