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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 :)

Bits and pieces of this was hiding on my laptop (scary thought) and I really loved this idea. I'm a sucker, what can I say. I've even surprised myself with the multitude of my updates and I'm working on "When You're Gone" as we speak along with a few others. I'm confident that if I can keep this up there will be more updates to come before my holiday weekend is over. Yayz.

"E.T." --Katy Perry
I was scared. The light coming from the hallway spreading ominous shadows across my bedroom walls. There always seemed to be shadows, I noticed. Following me with their eerie darkness, edging ever so closer to me and threatening my sanity. I did not like being alone like this. I knew the truth behind those shadows of black and what lurked beneath was not merely fairy tales or things that went bump in the night. Those shadows held my fears and phobias, the ones that I kept desperately locked away in my chest. They held my insecurities and imperfections that would destroy me if I let them and the knowledge that they were slowing reaching to me was terrifying.
I turned on the lamp next to me in an attempt to chase away what hunted me all the while knowing that it was nothing but a temporary relief, a silly stall tactic that would only buy me so much time. The walls were off white and bare, evidence to my inability to stay in one place. I could not decorate it with picture frames or posters of bands or celebrities, not when those shadows kept me from everything but misery. There was no point in making this my home when I would not reside inside this small dwelling for more than a month or two, if I were lucky. There would be other apartments, other halfway houses and hideouts where I would borrow a bed or a room, and sometimes a floor so all of my possessions were kept put away. I took what I needed and left everything else, they were replaceable and I had learned to accept it many years before.
An old acquaintance used to joke about my being allergic to happiness, that it avoided me like the plague, and though he had tried to lift my spirits, that too had been entirely in vain. He learned the rules to the games the shadows played, learned that there was no such thing as a safeguard and he paid the price for his laughter. I could not afford to let my guard down when all it took was one millisecond for my whole world to come crumbling around me. I lost him because the both of us had not been careful enough and though his punishment had been far greater than mine had, the suffering in my heart, the aching wound left when he disappeared was worse than his death.
My ears strained to hear the noise in the silence, the gentle rushing of a breeze that I had yet to decide was innocent or malicious, as they were signs that I had to be alert enough to hear. Nature could only protect me as long as I listened and the groaning of the trees outside my windowless home were enough to escalate my already thundering heart. The whispers were soft and lulling, almost too silky to be trustworthy and without making a sound, I slipped from my bed. The socks on my feet were the fuzzy warm kind for long winter nights, the last present I had received during my naïve adolescent years and they slid silently across the carpet flooring. The groaning was growing in volume, the whispers of warning prickling the hair on my arms and I knew the shadows were coming for me.
I gauged the time in my head before I would be discovered, and cursed myself for not repacking the bag, which held all of my belongings. All of my clothes. I heard the blast of the front door being torn from its hinges and instead of slowing down, time seemed to speed up, the light from the hallway blinking out of existence as if it had been a candle keeping vigil and not the electricity through power lines and strategically placed wiring. I grabbed my smaller pack on the nightstand, my hands scooping up the pouch of powder and beaded necklace that would keep me more or less intact. My fear was rising to a place I should have grown accustomed to, yet each time the shadows caught up with me, it always seemed to catch me by surprise.

The prayer escaped my lips in a breathless splurge, light dancing around the crevices and seams of my bedroom door and sealing away the shadows. It would only buy me a few minutes of time until the shadows figured out the method behind my words and melt it away. Endless words slipped through my barely parted lips, incoherent to my ears, but clear inside my mind as I yanked open the door to the walk in closet, my only selfish request, the light of my prayers close to blinding me. My poorly dyed hair whipped at my face and neck, stinging my flesh and as the last phrase left my lips, the shadows were growing ever closer. I could feel their icy fingers grasping for me, their claws tearing at my exposed skin as I leapt into the light and floated away.
Another stall tactic, another place where I was hiding from the shadows that hunted me. My body ached and screamed with protest as it collided with something solid. My lungs burned from the stale air I inhaled making my head spin and I lay still waiting for the dizziness to subside. Closet hopping, as I liked to call, it was sometimes a painful ordeal and though it would have been easier to open gateways to other worlds and places using nature and its energies, I was unable to use them without leaving a trace of myself behind, a trail. I found it almost silly that in order to hide from the shadows I had to find darkness to get away and closets had been an idea given to me by someone I had cared for. Closets had energy, the kind that the shadows ignored, maybe because nothing pure or warm came from them or rather something less trivial, but the skeletons in one’s closets kept the monsters at bay. I found the energies easier to manipulate and left no remnants of my arrival or departure, it was my not-so-perfect plan that had been working for me so far.
I am positive that soon the shadows would catch on to my wonderful loophole and then there would be no escaping them, but until I could come up with a better method, there was nothing else to be done. The feeling in my hands was coming back, my heart slowing down to a normal beating pace. I would not be able to stay in one place very long, not with how close to capture I had been and taking a deep breath I clutch the beads in my hand, easing my mind into another prayer.
"Sing for me my starlight and wish away the night," I remembered the lullaby my mother sang for me as a child and it halted my silent prayer, it was too late.
"The sins of my shadows chain me to my darkness," the energies humming in my ears no longer held the tones of warning telling me I had no chance of escaping.
The closet doors opened with a bang, drowning my sensitive eyes with blinding light. There was no time to think, no time for reaction and I cried out as thick fingers grabbed me with the care of a hungry lion. I was yanked from my sanctuary, ripped violently and half dragged across the carpeted floor, which burned my bare flesh. I lashed out at my captor with my hands and feet, kicking and clawing, all the while hoping the sudden adrenaline rush would grant me superhuman powers to defeat my enemy. If I had been normal, I would have chalked my failed attempt at escape on my upbringing. My lack of impromptu fighting on my over active imagination stemming from too many wasted hours reading sci-fi novellas and action-adventure movies that fooled me into believing that the average girl with no defensive training could defeat an opponent skilled in taking down prey in mere minutes. However, that wasn’t the case.
"Stop fighting me starlight," the voice of my attacker was a mixture between male and female, inaudible to the human ears, yet one that told me I had happened into a shadow’s stronghold.
I had the urge to scream as the plump creature pulled on my arms and legs, the fat fist punching my side in hopes to cease my useless flailing. I needed to be able to deliver a kick to the mouth, breaking a few front teeth, and engrain it into its head that I was not called a starlight, but my true name; nevertheless, that urge would have been my death sentence. A true name was the equivalent to knowing the strings to control a person’s soul or spirit and allowing a shadowed to learn it would have meant my death. It had taken centuries for other "starlights" to figure out the connection that doomed them and once the line had been severed, the hunting began.
With the shadow’s heavy beating it did not take long until I was pinned to the floor, my inhumane screaming and struggling making the creature about me hiss and curse under its breath. My hope of escaping was fleeing fast, my aching muscles pleading for a break, for release and I wanted to sob. Fingers pawed at my back, ripping the frail fabric of my shirt and exposing the intricate tattoos of the celestial constellations etched into my back. They were supposed to be my savior, yet in my short existence they had been nothing more but my curse.
"With this taste of ambrosia, I shall set free the shadows of my past," its words growled and I cried out as my hair was pulled, forcing my head to arch back painfully and exposing my neck. "I feel no greed for this bounty. My dear Death Queen, smile upon me as I feast on your forgotten greatness."
My eyes were wide with fear pooling in my heart feeling the sharp fangs grace my throat, I was going to die. Frantically searched my failing mind, desperate to find a way out of my current predicament. There was still so much I had left to do, so many lives I promised to save and dying here would truly leave the rest of my kind without hope. The limited power I had was hidden in the beads and powder given me to by the few remaining elders, which were now strewn over the floor. In their making me somewhat human gave me enough of an advantage in the fight-or-flight sense, but now all it had accomplished was leaving me helpless to my enemies.
The fangs pierced my flesh, freezing my body as the shadow began to drain the life out of me, stealing my soul along with any powers sealed within. Tears burned my vision as I choked on the oxygen struggling to fill lungs, I couldn’t give up this easily could I? A thought ran across my mind, one that I had been warned would be the death of me, yet it was nothing in comparison to what I was feeling now. Using the last of my strength, I forced the prayer spell from my lips, expelling it into the room and instantly the shadow suckling viciously on my neck ceased.
An eerie silence filled the room and my heart faltered as failure strangled me. The prayer should have summoned the fallen star, bringing waste to all the shadowed that threatened me. I was told it would and yet the prayer had only brought me a momentarily reprieve from the beast feasting on my flesh. If I had the strength to cry, those tears would have fallen in rivers as the creature above me laughed haughtily, the thick fingers ripping the hair from my scalp forcing my back to bend in a way it was not meant to. He was going to snap my spine in half, break me in the physical sense and the continue to devour me and it wasn’t fair. It simply just wasn’t fair!

The fluorescent lights exploded in light, green and blue fire erupting from electrical sockets and broken bulbs. The shadowed jerked away from me hearing the screams of its brethren, dropping me from its hold as if I were diseased. My throat throbbed as I forced my hands to the gaping wound, trying to staunch the bleeding and failing miserably. My limbs did not want me to move, almost outright refusing to cooperate and cursing under my breath, I forced myself to move, to crawl or slither, something that would get me away from my immediate danger.
"Oh no you don’t!" a pointed shoe introduced itself to my ribs, knocking me to my side, another to my stomach and it did not stop until I was laying immobile in a pool of my own blood.
My eyes rolled up into the back of my head as a wave of dizziness hit me hard, adding to the overwhelming pain crippling me. I could feel the light slipping out of me, leaving an empty coldness in its wake and I pleaded mentally for help, screamed it from my mind hoping that someone or something that did not want me dead would hear. Another scream rang out, this time closer and the shadows creature trembled against me, its fangs trying to suck of what was left of me. I felt it coming then, the thick scent of something spicy dangerous and the tips of my lips arched into a knowing smile.
"The fallen has come for you," I don’t know how I managed to whisper, let alone audibly, the blood gurgling from the gaping wound, fresh blood slipping from my mouth. "Run and hide if you can."
The door splintered under the pressure and exploded inward, wooden fragments knocking the shadowed to the floor next to me. The new creature was powerful, it’s aura flowing around the room refusing to be caged, as flexible as water and I felt my body relax as it came closer. It was familiar, comforting and it breathed life into me, healing me and I heard the heavy sigh of something masculine. "Rin."
It was the surprised whisper of my true name that had my eyes opening. Everything around me spun, my stomach cramping as the shadowed groaned loudly, its fat fingers digging into my calf and tugging me away from my salvation. I stayed deathly still as raw power filled the room, swirling around hatred and rage and I held my breath as the shadowed was ripped away, its screams echoing in my ears until I felt the fine powder settle over my face. It was dead.
"Rin," gentle fingers probed my skin feeling for bruises and breaks and finding many in return.
I could barely feel the hands on me as I stared at the man in front of me, my heart pounding loudly in my chest as I stared in horrified disbelief. Long silver hair was pulled up into a high topknot, no single hair out of place and flowing in a shower of straight silk, shining brightly as if his scalp illuminated the strands. Amber eyes that haunted my memories gazed at me with concern, something I had never seen them experience and though the pale flesh hurt my eyes, the slight magenta stripes on those angular cheeks reminded me of the fallen status.
"Sesshomaru," my heart was breaking as he pulled me into his arms as if I would break if he was too rough. "You’re supposed to be dead. I saw them kill you."
My head lolled against his chest as he rose to his feet, his grip tightening around me as his eyes turned cold and calculating. This was not the Sesshomaru who had loved me, not the one I remembered, but his presence warmed me in a way I never thought possible again. If he was the fallen star that would be the death of me I think I would be okay with that. He had been my world from the moment I met him and losing him the first time nearly destroyed me. If saving the rest of my kind meant giving my life to him, then there would be no contest, he had my soul, why not my life as well?
"You’re safe now," he told me as I felt the pull of the prayers he no longer had to speak and I desperately wanted to believe him.

E/N: Thanks for all the adds, reviews they fill me with the same warmth I get while drinking my Crown Royal and Redrum (alcohol). :) You guys rock.
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