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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 :)

"Family Portrait" ---Pink

He was feeling it again. The humming itch in the back of his mind telling him that something was not quite right. The feeing had been more predominant, more demanding and the frequency of its appearances was almost enough to make him call out to his father and question it. He wouldn’t though, not because him and his father were more estranged than they were close, but because for as cold and uncaring as he came off to be, his father was currently experiencing a fate worse than hell itself. His father was an old creature, easily seven or eight hundred years old, but his heart had been broken like some love sick dog.

His father was a powerful demon, one feared by most and it was his surprising naivety which was now destroying him. Demons breathed and lived power and they often searched for a creature that rivaled them in strength in every aspect. Female demons searched for males who could protect any off springs and what could be given. Males searched for a female demon that would breed them strong, powerful spawn, and the weaker demons often mated to combine their strength. The nonsense of love was also another pretense of mating with another demon, but he still did not quite believe in that four letter word of destruction. He learned at an early age their was no such thing as love, not when lust and power came to play.

"Sesshomaru?" His father’s voice was rough pulling him from his thoughts and Sesshomaru glanced back to the demon who had been a helping hand at giving him life. "Thank you for coming."

Sesshomaru himself was a full-blooded demon like his father before him, his mother a ruthless dog demon who answered to no one. His parents had coupled in the previous centuries as a way to strengthen their bloodlines, the numbers of born powerful dog demons dwindling as the numbers of wolf cubs and crossbreeds steadily increased. Sesshomaru was positive that at one point his father had cared for his mother, doting on her when necessary, coddling her, keeping her appeased and for two centuries it had worked. They had raised him to be an observant intelligent creature, although the strain between the two older demons had been easily seen.

By the time Sesshomaru was two-hundred the bitterness had settled in between the members of his family and when he had left to make his own way, his mother snapped. He wondered if the reason so many dog demons had bred with other species was the apparent madness slowly slipping into their genes. As the years lengthened, the demon would experience bouts of paranoia or rage, though after a while Sesshomaru felt that it was that his parents made a horrible couple and should have never been allowed to procreate. It was when he was a little over three-hundred and fifty when the tattered seams split wide open.

His father, the great Inutashio slipped into the nonsense of love and found himself in the arms of a human female. It had been a delicate affair, Sesshomaru remembered the way his father had courted the quiet creature, how a demon as powerful as his father was, acted like a weak fool and it angered him. His father and the human eventually married, a ritual that Sesshomaru scoffed at, yet the sight of his father truly happy had been something that surprised him. It left Sesshomaru’s mother bitter and seething, waiting for revenge.

When the human woman, Izayoui, he reminded himself, had given birth to his half brother not long after, it was the fall of his father’s entire world. Sesshomaru’s mother was a conniving bitch for lack of better words and in a fit of rage attacked Inutashio, easily overpowering him and using her powers to bind their souls together in an effort to keep him from doing the same to his human companion. To his day Sesshomaru was unclear on exactly how his mother had managed the feat, though he would not rule out that she had help of other demons or even a fallen priestess. They too, pooled together in the darkness, giving out revenge and power for a price.

Now mated to a woman he despised Inutashio could only watch his human slowly grow old, unable to keep her at his side for an eternity as others had before him. Sesshomaru’s feelings were mixed, he partly believed his mothers were the best as now their blood would not be polluted with human weakness; however, the pain in his father’s eyes were enough to put doubts in his mind. His father had been happy watching his new family flourish, and although the two of them were unable to have anymore children, Izayoui did not let it destroy her and Sesshomaru silently admired her for her strength.

Izayoui’s son, her half breed child InuYasha was an opinionated creature, one that Sesshomaru found himself despising out of sheer jealousy. InuYasha was given things that Sesshomaru had been denied, a mother’s love, patience and a strength that would be a force worth reckoning with later in life. Sesshomaru did not care that InuYasha was a half-breed, even if he made threats upon the growing child’s life on more than several occasions. Nothing was easy and he had to earn his respect. Sesshomaru channeled his hatred for his mother and father into InuYasha, forcing the small boy to fight for his life, to learn what he would need to know, how to protect and keep what belonged to him. InuYasha may have been half-human, but he was half demon as well and he would not protect his brother if something stronger came his way. It was survival of the fittest and if InuYasha could not take care of himself he was better off dead.

"Your welcome," his steady fingers plaited his hair, tying the end with a leather thong. Sesshomaru’s father was a strong demon, but the being in front of him was nothing but a shadow.

With the slowly ailing Izayoui, Inutashio spent his free time with his wife. InuYasha was an adult in human years, still an adolescent in many demon traditions and Sesshomaru shook his head often when thinking about his brother. InuYasha never took the easiest road, never took the right path and he struggled with every step he took. He was brash, stubborn, and cocky, all of which served only hinder him. The half breed was on a path of self-destruction and had he been born during the time Sesshomaru was, he would not have survived a third as long as he did. Trouble was out to get InuYasha it seemed and as his mother’s health declined, the half breed did one thing that Sesshomaru refused to acknowledge existed. He fell in love.

The priestess had been beautiful, in a plain sort of way for a human. She was everything InuYasha could not be, she was a light in the darkness for the half-breed, one that only brought heartache. Her "love" for InuYasha was the reason why Sesshomaru was currently in a self imposed exile in the middle of nowhere. InuYasha foolishly, blindly followed a woman who in return cursed his existence and enslaved him in living death. The priestess herself had met the final resting place in hell, her body cremated and watched over by remaining family and InuYasha, well his body was held in a magical stasis five miles away from Sesshomaru’s home, deep in the forest of trees and foliage. Protected and bound by the priestess’ spells, InuYasha was pinned to a tree and as Izayoui grew older and weaker, Sesshomaru was begged by the dying woman to keep him safe.

So Sesshomaru often patrolled the two-thousand acre sanctuary, keeping to himself as he pleased along with making sure no rouge or power driven demon (his mother included) attempted to end his brother’s pathetic existence. Izayoui died five years after InuYasha’s entrapment, and his father turned into more of a hermit than Sesshomaru himself was only surfacing a few times to visit his son’s "resting" place.

"How long do you think we can keep this up?" Inutashio brushed the dirt and leaves from his pants, his silver hair blowing in the light spring breeze.

"As long as necessary," there was an unfamiliar scent in the air, tickling his nose and Sesshomaru ignored it as he followed his father back to his home.

Sesshomaru’s home was not extravagant, but a small ranch styled house. The paint was white and worn down reminding him that he would need to hire someone to repaint it as his nose was just a tad too sensitive to withstand the fumes for long. The porch was wide and wrapped around the entire length of the house. It was moderate compared to what his father lived in, the two-story six bedroom home more than enough for Sesshomaru himself and Ah-Un, the two headed dragon who came and went depending on Sesshomaru’s moods. There were only the very select few who knew exactly where he lived, his servant (if you used the term loosely) Jaken stopped by more than Sesshomaru’s cared for, though it was definitely better than having the toad live in his territory to begin with.

"I shall bid you adieu," Inutashio said flatly, his amber eyes filled with untold sorrow and regret, something Sesshomaru saw in his father’s eyes more in the recent days.

"Drive safe," it was the age of technology, something Sesshomaru met with distaste despite the positive advancements.

He knew how to operate a vehicle, knew the mechanics to nearly everything, but his home was still powered by candle light and lanterns. It was different in the outside world, while he was at work he allowed the technological advances to project him forward, but while at home he enjoyed the simple pleasures of a time where there was no such thing as internet or television. He occupied himself with his books or with his patrols, or simply living off the wilderness around him. He had nice, expensive things, but they were simple and everything in his home had a purpose.

"There are humans here," Inutashio stopped in front of his car, his nose sniffing slightly at the air. "I can smell the blood from animals…"

"The stench of death is old," Sesshomaru replied as the humming itch resurfaced, swirling almost painfully in his head. "No doubt they are dumping a carcass. I will check it out."

Inutashio merely nodded before climbing into his car and driving away. Sesshomaru narrowed watching the mechanical death trap disappear around the gravel road before switching his attention to the smell of death and blood that drifted along the chilly breeze. It was too early in the year for hunters, or poachers as the property he resided on was a sanctuary that went on for miles. He was not looking forward to the trespassing humans, especially if they meant to disturb anything within his territory.

The humming quieted down the further he traveled through the trees, twigs and dead leaves crunching under his feet. There was no need to be stealthy, no need to hunt and track his prey, not when they were being blatantly obvious to their location. Humans were silly that way. He could not pinpoint the exact perimeter where the animal carcasses should have been, it left him wondering if they were dumb enough to catch the attention of any demon within the vicinity, or if maybe their were demon baiters. It was getting darker, shadows of the forest around him stretching ominously and Sesshomaru stopped in his tracks as a frightened voice rang in his mind.

‘Mommy! Daddy, please I’m scared, where are you? Mommy, help me! Daddy!’

He could faintly hear the slow shuffling in the distance, too far to hear the voice clearly. It bothered him, more so because he could now feel other forest dwellers following behind him, trailing in front of him, the pleading cry of the child leading them like a moth to the flames. The child’s sobs made him quicken his step, his claws prepared for a confrontation he normally would never seek. The creature called to him, the sound tugged at his dormant heart and he was unable to resist. The scent of blood grew stronger, his amber eyes now cautious and calculating. He could not be caught off guard.

‘Mommy I’m sorry!’ the voice sobbed, gooseflesh shooting over the pale skin of his arms it reminded him of his childhood, one he did not speak about, one that he pretended never existed and he wanted to find this crying child. ‘I’m sorry please don’t leave me here, I’ll be better please! It’s scary, I’m scared!’

A angry growl ripped from his throat in warning as Sesshomaru found the child, a large ogre demon barreling through the trees, the blue and green muscles trembling as it raised its club to strike at the child. He did not hesitate as he charged, his claws dripping with poison cutting down the beast. It fell to the ground messy crash, severed limbs rolling across the slightly damp soil, the ground shaking from the weight of the large demon. Sesshomaru wiped the blood and gore on his pants, having already decided to burn them from the bloodstains and sighed heavily. He did not like killing, not when it was against a weaker, less intelligent opponent, it truly was a waste. Though, stupidity could not be coddled, it would be exterminated, even if he had to do it himself to preserve the peace he lived in.

The sobbing in his mind died down immediately and glancing over his shoulder he was taken back by the sight that greeted him. The human child was feet away from him, long dark colored hair tangled and dirty, skin was stained brown and he almost had to cover his nose to save himself from the horrible stench. If he was correct, the child had been bathed in blood, almost marinated, he correct himself mentally as it stared at him. The clothing was just as pungent, holes and tears riddling the fabric, the seems frayed and tattered. What shook him the most was not the appearance of the human child who was no older than six or seven, it was the pleading blue eyes that watched him.

‘Are you going to kill me?’ The question whispered in his mind, the child’s lips staying closed, the small fists clutching the closest tree as if it were the last defense.

"No," there was something odd about this creature, this human and he knew then he would be unable to leave it alone. "Where are your parents?"

‘I don’t know,’ those blue eyes filled with unshed tears, its small chin quivering and he felt the urge to comfort the child.

"How did you get here?" He stepped closer to the child, inspecting it, his eyes roaming over the exposed flesh, the cuts and bruises and trying to figure out his next course of action.

‘Mommy and daddy drove me,’ it was a female child he deduced, his nose still slightly overwhelmed by the disgusting smell radiating from her skin. ‘Said they found someone to help me so I could be free.’

Free indeed, he scoffed mentally. Her parents had sent their daughter to her death, guilt free as children could be ‘misplaced’ or ‘lost’ easily and with rogue demon attacks on the rise, who would dig deeper? Sighing heavily, Sesshomaru towered over the girl, her gaze unblinking and lacking the fear he had felt coming from her in waves moments before.

"What is your name?" He would after all need something to call her until he could locate one of those human child services to take her back into the city where she belonged.

‘I don’t know’

"What did your parents call you?" It was like he was talking to InuYasha again, having to spell things out and he felt the headache coming.

‘Demon child’ Sesshomaru’s eyebrows furrowed, angry that there was an abandoned child in his sanctuary and that they were so close to where his brother was imprisoned. Neither of which he had hopes to improving his souring mood.

"I will call you Rin," he said bluntly reaching out to the child in front of him.

She looked at his hand for a moment in confusion before a smile split across her face exposing the gaps from her missing teeth. The sight warmed his skin, but as her small hand touched his, her small fingers disappearing underneath his sharp claws he felt something deeper touch him and he wondered if there was more to this human girl than what he could already see.

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E/N: Read the last volume of InuYasha, can't believe it's over. :( I was a little sad about the Rin/Sessh interaction, but it made me giggle as well. There will be more of this story, I've got a few plot ideas that are swirling around in this empty skull of mine.
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