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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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        This is a companion piece to “Family Portrait”. It’s different, but not quite, though I really liked it XD

        “Hundred”-- The Fray

        He had things to consider now, things that he never thought could boil to a head. It was frightening, the worry and guilt raging in his stomach, but a larger part of him was oddly relieved. How was he going to keep this secret hidden? It was not something he wanted to think about; however, it was not a topic he could drop until later. There would be violence, he knew that much, though the idea of fighting was not something he was willing allow. She was not up for the stress, he told himself, not in her condition and it would only further along the agitation and guilt.

‘I’m so sorry,’ she whispered silently, her blue eyes unwilling to blink and let the tears have control. ‘I didn’t know where else to go.’’

        His family had fallen apart years ago, too many to be exact and he understood the helplessness wafting from the sleeping form in the other room. He had been naïve and foolish, it had cost him his second chance at happiness and he now feared that his son was spiraling down the same path, but from a different direction. Sesshomaru, his first born son was like his mother in several ways, not all of which he knew was a bad thing, yet in this instance he wondered if ‘like father, like son’ was the truth of the matter.

‘I love him so much,’ her tears had punched holes in his heart that had long since scabbed over. Years with her helped close the loneliness in his bones. She could not take the place of what he had lost, he would never love like he had again. Sesshomaru; however, had potential, he saw it in the way his son’s eyes watched the small human child, watched it in the way he handled her as if she were damaged porcelain. ‘Please, Papa-Tashio, don’t let him see me this way.’

        Rin, She was merely six when Sesshomaru found her deep in the woods, blood and gore caking her vision of him and yet she did not flinch away from him, did not fear him. Instead she clutched his hand, holding him to her in a way neither of them understood. He was her savior--a torch he had taken not fully comprehending all that it entailed and though Sesshomaru believed their relationship to be a maternal one, any fool could see it would grow into something completely different.

“InuTashio,” the deep voice on the phone receiver was telling him something he already knew. “Rin has withdrawn from all of her classes and left the dormitories. We are unsure of her whereabouts, but we shall question her fellow classmates and instructors.”

“Of course,” guilt reared its ugly head in his chest again as he spared yet another glance at the girl sleeping peacefully at his side, her long ebony hair braided loosely, the strands sticking to the side of her face. “Keep me updated should any information arise.”

        He turned off the electronic contraption and placed it on the nightstand to his left. Sooner or later they would come to the conclusion she was with family, the only family besides the demon she was running from and then all hell would break loose. InuTashio was not a creature to be afraid of his own son, Sesshomaru still had many years of catching up to do when it came to brute strength, but he feared what he might lose in the end. Trust was not something his son easily gave, not unless it was to the girl in front of him and InuTashio had learned that his son trusted no one with Rin’s safety, not even his own father.

        With his track record, InuTashio was not too surprised. If he was in Sesshomaru’s shoes he would horde Rin away from all prying eyes and greedy hands as well. She was a ray of sunshine in the bleakest of days, her smile clearing fog without hesitation. The girl was special, even more so than her ability to force her thoughts into the minds of others. She was special because Sesshomaru had made her that way all those years ago when he took her hand and lead her home. He was never good at taking care of strays, his almost uncaring nature hindering him with the lack of patience and understanding.

        InuTashio sometimes wondered if there was such thing as angels in the truest sense. If they had known the younger demon would need someone with a little extra something, a peaceful creature with too much love that needed to be given, a little too much kindness and curiosity that would keep any being on their toes. If there were such creatures, then he would thank them for the gift they had delivered to his son. They gave him a creature worthy to be his other half, something that Sesshomaru would want to protect and be stronger for.

‘It wasn’t supposed to happen this way,’ Rin had spent days crying in his arms, her control over her thoughts slipping as she clutched him. Days of silence in-between the tears and anguish and never before had he ever longed to hear the sounds of it instead of the whispers inside his head. Her heart breaking felt as if his heart was breaking a long with her, it pained him.

        It was only natural that Sesshomaru’s instincts would bring him to unfamiliar territory, his eyes unable to stay off of his now adult ward, his Rin. Her growth into maturity was something no one could ignore, and she was unable to ignore the pull that Sesshomaru had over her. They were close, yin and yang, two halves of a whole and InuTashio warned his son early on of what consequences could be. Sesshomaru was foolish not to have listened, to have been purposely blind to the signs and instead of nurturing it, he insisted on playing cruel mind games with an unfair advantage.

        All the love Rin had known was from their makeshift family, she was too young to understand the pull of her body had on Sesshomaru, but InuTashio wondered if that were only half true. The girl was extraordinarily observant, something Sesshomaru taught her along with several other things and it was hard to ignore what he could see happening in front of him. Sesshomaru may have raised Rin, sheltered her and cared for her like a father only could, but he had never put her in the place of where a daughter should have resided.

“Sesshomaru you fool,” InuTashio said to himself, his clawed hand running over Rin’s head, the sticky strands of black pulling away from her flushed face.

        She would make herself sick if she continued on the way she was and hesitantly, InuTashio questioned his own motive. Did he want his son to end up as miserable as he felt? Did he want to make Sesshomaru fester in worry and fear at the idea of his Rin disappearing and never returning in order to knock some sense into the idiot? The honest answer was yes. One only really appreciated something when it was taken away; too late to get it back and InuTashio did not want to let it get that far. There would be wounds to lick, after all, it was he Rin ran to when her world came crashing down around her, not Sesshomaru, but then again the circumstances were also to blame. Was it not hard sometimes to confront those you love with something as life changing as a child? How could she explain that after a lapse of Sesshomaru’s control he had gifted her with something he could not take back?

“Father,” the phone was in his hand before he made up his mind completely, but the urgency in Sesshomaru’s voice was something that warmed him.

“Sesshomaru,” Rin tossed in her sleep, her hand reaching for something that was not there, her lips moving silently. He did not doubt for a moment that her sensitive ears could hear Sesshomaru’s voice. “I have news,”

“Is she okay?” There was hope in his voice and InuTashio’s heart clenched painfully, it was all he needed to know.

“She is sleeping,” InuTashio heard his son’s heavy sigh and it brought a smile to his face. Maybe there was more than just a glimmer of hope for them. “However, I am thoroughly ashamed of your more recent behavior. You of all people know how dangerous it is to leave a pregnant woman unprotected, especially one involved with a demon such as yourself.”

“P-pregnant?” Something crashed in the background, perhaps a glass, or a window, or something equally expensive. It was almost amusing.

“Come,” InuTashio would speak with his son later, when they were all together. “She needs you more than she does me.”

“I’m on my way,” He only hoped that Sesshomaru would take the right path when it came to Rin. Misery loved company; however, InuTashio did not think he was capable of killing Sesshomaru, not because he feared his son’s strength, but because of how much it would break her instead. He could only wish that his son was not as big a fool as he had been in his younger years.

‘Izayoui,’ the small hand that gripped his was gentle and he prayed for her happiness.

-TBC-

E/N: So many updates, yay! Lol This is by far one of my personal favorites. I had originally planned to do the story starting with Rin/Sesshomaru’s smutty goodness, but this seemed to flow better for me. I liked the idea that Rin would go to InuTashio as a father figure because that was what he is to Sesshomaru. There might be another short to this story, not quite sure. BUT THANK YOU TO ALL THE READERS AND REVIEWERS, you are simply AWESOME!
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