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Rin is a lucky child, she and Jaken managed to find a cave in the forest, and relocated their camp to there just before the storm hit. She was still wet, but not soaking and chilled to the bone. Fortunately Jaken managed to work up a decent fire with some of the wood he gathered up having read the weather and knew the storm was coming, ‘oh I hope Lord Sesshomaru makes it back before it hits, looks like a big one.’

‘I’d hate to have to manage with Rin all by myself.’ Sigh.

His fears were realized and as he sat more depressed than ever stroking the fire with a little stick, Rin shivered and sneezed. Wiping at her nose with the sleeve of her moderately decorated earthly colored kimono, “oh, don’t do that! Remember Lord Sesshomaru went through great lengths to get you that kimono and you know how he hates to deal with humans!”

“I’m sorry Master Jaken, but I have nothing else to use.”

“Oh, go find a handkerchief!” then he turned away muttering dispassionately to himself, “ungrateful brat.”

Rin knew what a handkerchief was, but she didn’t have one. So instead she used the palm of her hands to blow her nose in then rushed over to the cave entrance to let the rushing rain clean them for her, getting her kimono even more wet than before.

“Oh now you went and done it! That was disgusting…. If Lord Sesshomaru had seen you do that, he’d through a fit! And I’d be the one to take all the retribution!”

“I’m sorry master Jaken.”

After their little transpiring moment both returned to the camp fire and sat down. Rin with hands held closely to the flames, rubbing them together trying to get warm, she looked up at Jaken and asked, “Master Jaken…”

“Yes?”

“When will Lord Sesshomaru be back?“

“Who knows?”

“But, he said that he wouldn’t be long.”

“And it hasn’t been long, just two days, he should return soon.”

The girl was content with that, it only meant that they would have to wait out the storm without him, just wondering where he was. After a while and with the heat of the fire pleasantly warning her body she lined back with her palms down on the rock beneath her, legs out stretched in front of her she begins to hum. It was a song that Jaken knew her to sing all the time; she called it her, “O where O where did Lord Sesshomaru go,” song. A song she thought was good luck because every time she sang it or hummed, he, their honored ruler always returned shortly after, and after a while Jaken had come to secretly believe it to.

By evening the storm had completely passed, leaving nothing but dark broken clouds above from where few distant stars could be seen poking through, but by then it was already too dark to survey any damage to the land, or attempt to find food, so they stayed in the cave till morning. Still waiting for their beloved ruler to seek them out and come walking up, a glorious sight, out of nowhere like he always had done before. It dazzled them every time, his beauty was just beyond compare, and yearning to see that demon’s face again at any time was always at the front of both of their minds. Expecting that he would be able to pick up on their scent if they stayed in one place they decided to stay by the cave venturing out every once in a while to find a snack and to release their scent into the breeze that swirled by that had calmed down quite a bit since yesterday.

Together they waited, which made the day feel longer and the span of time they experienced from the moment they last seen their master’s face and been in his presence became significantly longer. So much that Jaken had begun to pace impatiently outside the cave where he would remain for hours hoping that with every turn he would see a familiar form coming up from the bushes, but much to his disappointment he was never there. Evening came and then dawn, and still nothing. By noon Jaken was becoming worried. ‘He should have been back by now; he would have at least come to check on Rin, she’s only human.’ Jaken thought to himself, and as these thoughts raced in his mind, a trace of fear began to come over him, ‘what if something happened?’

Now Jaken knew that his master was strong, but apparently he hasn’t lived up to reputation has he had previously thought having been seriously injured by Inuyasha twice and in other times failed to walk away without a scratch, and then he was almost caught by Naraku who sought to absorb him—how could he have let that happen, that demon shouldn’t have been able to touch him, among other instances he could recall, that fearing for his Lord’s welfare had become a frequent worry. ‘Hum, maybe he isn’t the strongest demon in the entire demon world after all, he was manhandled by a cretin and wounded by a half-breed not half his might or strength, least of all in grace and dignity… I don’t understand it.’

‘None of this ever happened before, not in all my long years as his servant, so why now, why all the trouble?’

Soon he couldn’t bear it any further, he had to know what was keeping his Lord, and he had to know now! So he clenched his three prong fist shook it beside himself, and swore inwardly, but in a loud cry through his thoughts, ‘My Lord I’m coming, rather you like it or not!’ and spontaneously he shouted, “Rin, get out here and bring Ah-un with you were leaving… were going to find Lord Sesshomaru, and put out that fire!”

Rin obeyed and ran out with enthusiasm; they were going to find Lord Sesshomaru. That’s all she needed to hear.

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Inuyasha was seated on the front steps of his hut in Kaede’s village. The hut had been dedicated to him and his friends since they had come to take to the village as sort of their home base. It was the place where they rested and returned to after a long journey and job well done, in their mission to collect the Jewel shards. They were one Half-demon—himself, two demons a fox who was still very much a child and a cat that could transform and three humans, he called them his pack and of course he was Alpha. This afternoon he sat with his arms folded, attempting in vain to ignore the constant harassment of the human female who apparently wasn’t very content with his choice of immobility. She would shout, and he grunted, “this is lame, why not just leave it, It’s just gonna rain again soon anyway.”

“You would say that, doesn’t keeping things in order have meaning to you.” This was Kagome; she had been nagging at him ever since the storm passed to assist in cleaning up the village. Inuyasha help with the larger things like plucking up and moving and upturned trees and the larger of the fallen branches, he even helped with rerouting the drain channels from the flooded rice fields. He helped with fixing the roofs where damage was extensive, and hulled in lumber from the next town to rebuild a shed that had toppled over all the while keep any eye open with his Tetsusaiga for any random demon that would happen to turn up. All this he completed yesterday, and was satisfied with, he had done his share, now it’s time for a break.

Three days have passed since the storm struck, and village clean up was just about done. Inuyasha’s feelings bore heavily on his efforts to lift the weight of the harder labor from the humans, being understanding of their physical limitations and figured that since they were more civil with him than most it was the lest he could do, a far cry from the lonely outside he had once been uttering stuff like—why should he be obliged to cater to them like a slave anyway? All they do is try to use me like a damn bull! Nonetheless he had refused to lift another paw since daybreak. Kagome was already becoming heavily annoyed with his lack of cooperation, “it’s not that much work Inuyasha! You could at least help out a little.”

“Humph.” Said the Hanyou and turned his head quickly to the side, in response to her high pitched tone, wondering why she always had to put his name at the end of everything she addressed to him. It’s not as though he needed to know who she was talking to in that manner. Certainly no one else in the village was more familiar with her annoying tone adjacent to the way she spoke to him, then they would know, “oh it’s that Inuyasha again, he must have done something to make her angry, poor fella.”

“Don’t be like that.”

“Humph, I’ve done enough, like I need to be sweeping the road way it’s nothing but dirt anyway.” With that he stood up and strolled out of the village, anything to get away from that infernal nagging. Kagome just stood by and watched him go.

‘Damn her always making me do things, as if I don’t do enough around here. Give me a break.’ He grumbled to himself, arms still folded on his chest as he wondered mindlessly down the road.

The main reason he wanted to leave the village was because he had trouble with his focus, and couldn’t keep his mind on the task of working. That day he found himself daydreaming, and contemplating over memories from a dream he had last night. It was about Naraku and the day he and his friends: Sango, Miroku, Shippo and Kagome chased him into the borderland of this world from the next. It was a trap of course, Naraku had tried to lure them to that place so he could entrap them and get them out of his hair and collect upon a precious Jewel shard wile at it. His plan failed of course, Naraku’s efforts to vanquish them…. But, in the dream things didn’t go entirely with what really happened as far as his memory was concerned which he concluded was usually pretty good. In the dream Naraku’s target wasn’t the final shard of the Jewel, but his father’s power. In the dream Naraku was after the immense bones and body of the deceased ancient Demon Lord that was ever so conveniently laid out in the open, in another world, but apparently that didn’t seem to matter. Naraku still found it easily enough. It was his intention to absorb it and gain that massive body, expecting the demon’s power to miraculously return with it… such was the logic of his dream… and Inuyasha and friends rushed in to stop him, not so much to save his father’s dried up bones from suffering such a terrible fate of becoming just another part of Naraku, but to prevent their arch enemy from gaining that much more power over them. In the dream Inuyasha recalled considering using his Tetsusaiga to tear down those ancient bones to rubble… no dust, to prevent the fiend from attaining even greater power, intentionally destroying his father’s corpse in the process. That is when Sesshomaru appeared charging in… glory unfolded, straight for him, and the expression on his face, the mere sight of him caused his heart to start.

He awoke just then in a cold sweat and a beating sound his chest that he was only familiar with when he felt his life was threatened.., but it was just a dream. Still, there was no way he was going to let Sesshomaru pound him, and for what, for considering such things? Peh! To prevent Naraku from gaining an even greater power, one to which Sesshomaru could barely compare, he would crush those bones if he had to… right? Even though it felt logical enough, the dream just bothered him, and he kept trying to reason with himself; bones are just bones right, and when humans die they just turn to dust so, so why shouldn’t demons… right? It couldn’t be wrong to destroy one’s father’s grave to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands, right? He would have been right to do it, right? Every time he asked himself this Sesshomaru’s face would come rushing to mind, those cold golden eyes piecing into his like frozen daggers foreshadowing for an instant what was to come, and he would sweat. Oh no… Sesshomaru knew what he was thinking… oh great he could read his mind… Sesshomaru wouldn’t let him get away with it… Sesshomaru was disgusted! But worse so was he.

In the dream Sesshomaru was there for retaliation, for revenge over whatever it was that he was thinking Sesshomaru was going to punish him for it and he knew deep down that he had a right to do it to, and he hated that. In his mind, he’d replay through the event of his dream and wonder what else he could have done to prevent things from seeming hopeless, better ways he could have fought off Naraku before such a thought would come into his mind and leave him unprepared for what would happen next. Sesshomaru, charging in for attack, hitting him strait on, calling him a filthy half-breed, and say how dare you, despicable disgusting creature. How he hated it, he hated to fight him, though it taught him a lot he was the only family he had and they had to hate each other, more over try to kill each other, or seem to. It was a waist and it was stupid, but what else could it be he was a half-breed, a hanyou and Sesshomaru was a full bred ruler, the heir to their families’ kingdom which he has been in charge of for the last 200 years. Inuyasha however possessed no privileges or rights to the throne or its kingdom and was looked at as no different than a commoner by most. Sesshomaru despised him for that, saying that because he existed on such a low level he brought his father’s blood down to nothing to be stomped on by even class C type demons like Koga, and the worst part of it was, without his sword it was true he was weak.

How many close calls did he have before the Tetsuaiga came into his clutches? How many times and years did he have to sneak around to avoid being noticed by thirty foot tall ogres in the forest back in the days when all he had were his claws and a pathetic colorless aura?

Sesshomaru’s power was everything, he was all that every demon desired to be and more, how he despised and resented him for that and yet at the same time he admired it and fathomed, this is the example of what I’m a part of, all Inuyoukai are like this, and I’m one of them, that… that’s my power to. He’d be exhilarated by the thought but then reality would strike and he realize what he possessed was just half power, because the other side of him, the part that makes him unique was mortal.

Human, physical, limited and weak, plus he didn’t understand the use of spiritual power, thus was the result of his lack in stature and place in the world.

He could never be like Sesshomaru and he knows that, all he knew is that he had to be the best at what he was, a hanyou and that’s all there was to it.

His dream of becoming a fully fledged demon had begun to fade a while ago, ever since he had begun to learn more about the Shikon Jewel’s nature he started to have his doubts. So since then any thoughts of that old ambition was distant and obscure to him. Often considering to himself what would he do as a full demon anyway challenge Sesshomaru, for what to seize the throne and become a ruler in his place… nonsense, he possessed no such desire, a simple life is what appealed to him. He didn’t need to be worshiped or glorified, though he does quite enjoy being flattered when other demons, weaker than him comment on his strength or how pretty his hair was, but money, he didn’t need to be rich and most of all he didn’t..., he absolutely did not want the headache of being responsible of an entire nation like Sesshomaru was. With this in mind, the thought of tying to beat him was utterly pointless if not it was for the sake of his own pride and arrogance, to dethrone a king with no intention to take his place was useless and Sesshomaru was not a bad ruler from what he’s heard. They, the demon he and his friends would run into every now and then who were apart of the administration or something, would say he was distant and rarely held court, but still got the job done and they’d praise him for it. Inuyasha didn’t have a clue of what it took to rule a kingdom and as said he simply didn’t care.

A quiet life that’s all he wanted, like a quiet walk down the road without a care in the world… “Inuyasha!”

He froze. That thrill voice… oh no, just when he was starting to feel relaxed. It was Kagome. He needn’t turnaround he could hear the sound of her bicycle petals cycling up the dirt road quickly enough from behind. “Inuyasha… Hey!” at least this didn’t sound as annoying, the second tone ‘hey’ bore the impression that something was up. So he turned aside and faced her with only the turn of his head, arms still folded appearing agitated, which was a usual stance for him, “what?” he said in response to her abrupt arrival.

“There’s trouble!”

“Trouble, what… did another tree fall down?”

“No, it’s Sesshomaru!”

What? Inuyasha’s ears perked. What did she just say?

“Yes, Rin just came into the village she said that he’s hurt and needs help!”

“Rin?”

“Yeah, she came flying in on that dragon; you know the one with two heads that Sesshomaru usually rides.”

“I know what animal Sesshomaru uses!” this isn’t the response he intended to give, but his thoughts were suddenly clouded over, what was she saying…about Sesshomaru… that he’s hurt, no way… and what… help… him…. Is she kidding?

“It’s a demon.”

“I know that! What’s this she’s talking about, saying he’s hurt… and who cares?”

“She does apparently, and she’s really upset, she came all the way here just to tell us.”

“So?”

“She’s just a little girl Inuyasha, don’t be a jerk!”

With that he couldn’t argue, Inuyasha was fully aware of the young girl child Sesshomaru kept with him for reasons unexplained, but apparently he protected her, even went to her rescue once that he knew about. So he was curious, “fine.” He stated, “we’ll see what she wants.”

The meeting with Rin wasn’t what Inuyasha had expected, assuming nothing could be so bad that Sesshomaru would require assistance from him or any one least of all a group of humans who’d sooner declare him an enemy and wouldn’t hesitate to destroy him if they saw it was in their interests, if they could. Humans and demons really didn’t get alone as well as he would like, they’re just too different from one another.

When he got there Rin was in tears, she kept crying about how badly hurt the great demon lord was and that no one had come to help him. She also stated that she didn’t know what to do, and neither did Master Jaken. Out of desperateness she took Ah-un and came here. She just didn’t know where else to go. Apparently Sesshomaru had never taken her home to his castle in Chi’nn or she would probably have sooner gone there, and would have been better off, for what could he do about it… if she wasn’t exaggerating of course?

***

He went; it didn’t take much convincing from his friends to make him, he was curious. If Sesshomaru was really hurt, this was something he had to see with his own eyes.
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