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Strange Love	By : Nelsonbannaba Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Jaken/any female Views: 4996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
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Disclaimer: I don�t own Inuyasha.

AN: Flames, flames galore! I�m so pleased. You! You wonderful flamers, you�ve touched my heart *sniff, sniff* and have inspired me to write more, EVEN THOUGH IT IS MY BIRHDAY TODAY, so review, or flame. You don�t have to get me a present so you�re getting off easy. If you don�t, you can kiss Jaken�s sweaty ass.

For those of you who reviewed and said you liked my writing or the pairing (you sick-o), I must thank you. I�m flattered. But I have to wonder if perhaps you are only saying this to make yourself feel better about reading this, heh. That, or either you must be expecting a Jaken/Rin writer to suck very badly. You realize I write under other names�so that means I could also be writing that tasty Sess/Rin or Sess/Kag you are reading right now. Hee-hee, just wanted to make you a little paranoid. E-gads.

What about my fangirl bitch � Greaterbeast_Xellas. Greaterbeast_Xellas and I are busy planning our wedding. Wish us luck! Where shall we spend our honeymoon, dear?

Chapter 6:

It had been over a week since Sesshoumaru had returned and Rin was finally coming back down to earth. At first, it was almost as if his return had scattered all her previous doubts and problems to the wind, making her life and manner once again simple and child-like.

All good things must come to an end.

If assigned to reign in the willful young Rin, Jaken would sometimes, if he had been feeling particularly magnanimous, use this phrase to interrupt her play instead of his usual yelling and complaining. The phrase kept running through Rin�s mind every so often, making her wonder if some wiser part of her mind were trying to tell her something.

good things must come to an end. This time, Rin imagined Jaken speaking the phrase with his imperious tone complete with folded arms and serious expression, which all served to send her into a fit of giggles. Rin smiled and began braiding her mass of long, black hair into a fresh braid. It had grown quickly over the past few years, shooting from the middle of her back all the way down past her hips. Now she had to make certain she spent time each day grooming that lustrous mass of hair or else it would become tangled and wild during her daily tasks and frequent jaunts into the nearby forest seeking mushrooms and fresh herbs. At one point, she had neglected her hair for several days and Jaken had likened it to a bush.

�Watch yourself else you will frighten Sesshoumaru-sama with that bushy head of yours.�

�Silly imp, nothing could ever frighten my Sesshoumaru-sama.�

�You hair, human female, could currently scare the wits out of Naraku himself. Hm, perhaps we should use you as some sort of weapon.�

Rin giggled again at the memory of their teasing banter. She had found a particularly stubborn knot and was tugging at it patiently, pulling strands free and separating them carefully. She tried to remember what retort she had given Jaken at the time.

�Jaken, you, you are such an imbecile. Why do I put up with you.�

�Now that is the question I have been asking myself for about ten years now.�

�Hmph,� Rin replied, scooting around on the flat rock so that she was now facing away from the imp.

�Now you look even more terrifying. All I can see is that overgrown mane of yours.�

Rin did not reply, but did begin to roughly drag her fingers through her tangled locks

�No, no, no, not like that, girl. You�ll do more harm than good,� Jaken chided. He moved closer and eased himself down on the rock next to her. �Now,� he said, slowly dragging his claw-tipped fingers through her hair. �Jaken will have to fix it for you properly, just like I must do everything around here,� he chiding words now lacked their previous conviction.

�Jaken do this, Jaken there, that. Yes, yes, what would you either of you do without me,� his complaint again lacked his usual sharp tone and, in fact, might have seemed almost gentle and tender to anyone listening.

Rin was not listening, however. She had closed her eyes and was lost in her daydreaming, relaxed and enjoying the imp�s ministrations.

Rin was suddenly jolted out of her reverie by a flood of heat between her legs. Immediately, she dropped the braid and clamped her hand over that area, as if the physical barrier could stop her body�s mutinous internal response.

This is all wrong, wrong, Rin thought, shaking her head and causing her half-braided hair to lazily work its way free of its confines and fall in a curtain over her down-turned face. Why should an innocent memory of Jaken grooming her hair elicit these feelings? All the imp had been doing was�.wait, was Jaken, at that time, was he, her thoughts were jumbled, panicked, and she tried to focus. Did he want me all that time? Was untangling my hair simply a way for him to touch me?

Again, Rin felt the heat flow between her legs. Stop that, she thought, furiously clamping her hand down once again between her legs, not wanting these sensations, no matter how pleasant they might be. Her whole body was tense. She was at war with herself, with her body�s reactions. What was worse, she found that the hand covering the sensitive area was only causing more heat to pool in that area.

Experimentally, she flexed her fingertips and almost cried out at the pleasurable sensation. She pressed a little harder, suddenly wishing there were not several layers of cloth between her hand and�

�Touch yourself, Rin�

The memory of Jaken�s rasping voice jolted her out of her sensual daze.

�What is happening to me!� Rin cried aloud, bolting upright, she dashed off into the direction of the hot spring.

Despite her panicked flight of the previous day, Rin now felt calm and content sitting across the evening camp fire from Sesshoumaru-sama and Jaken. Though the days were still quite warm, there was a distinct chill in the air at night, causing Rin to drag out the carefully folded blankets and Jaken to prepare a small fire. The three of them often spent much time outside this time of year, before a proper chill would eventually drive Rin and Jaken, at least, inside.

The heat from the fire was relaxing. Jaken seemed to be dozing, his bulbous eyes were closed and nose tilted downwards. Rin stole a glance at Sesshoumaru. He sat, unmoving, gazing over the fire into the darkness beyond. The firelight flicked in his inhuman eyes, darkening his golden irises to a deep bronze which Rin found lovely.

�Sesshoumaru-sama�

He did not answer at first, but continued staring beyond the firelight as if he had not heard her, as he was wont to do. She waited patiently until he turned his head towards her slightly, his amber eyes still not looking directly at her, but in her general direction.

�Yes, Rin?�

Though she expected his response, it still gave her a start, the deep timbre of his voice sending pleasant vibrations through her.

�What do you think about?�

�How do you mean, Rin?�

�What do you think about when you are looking,� she gestured towards the darkened forest beyond them, �out there.�

Sesshoumaru�s eyes followed the direction of her gesture, scanning the area before he responded. �Many things, Rin.�

�Oh.� Rin thought this answer was quite mysterious, but not unlike many of the answers which he had given before this. She was not so much interested in his answers as hearing him speak. She loved his voice, so calm, so masculine�it never failed to make her feel secure and happy.

Thinking of this, Rin edged closer to the inu-youkai and, hoping he would not mind, she reached her hand out and caught an errant strand of his silver hair which the night breeze had blown her way. The lord registered no discernible reaction to her liberty, which gave her the bravery to make her next request.

�Would Sesshoumaru-sama mind it if,� she paused here and caught her breath as he turned towards her, this time his intense eyes settling directly on her. She let the silken lock slip from her fingers and sat very still, transfixed by his gaze. His eyes now made her think of deep golden wells, if there were such a thing. The blue of his moon-shaped marking seemed almost black in the dim light, she noticed, while the stripes on each side had only darkened to a deep red. Exactly the color of blood, she mused. Her fingers twitched. She wished she could trace those markings with her fingertips.

�Would I mind if you did what, Rin?� he asked softly.

�Oh,� Rin had quite forgotten that she had been about to make a request, so busy was she admiring his beautiful youkai features. �I was wondering if I might brush your hair, Sesshoumaru-sama�

The youkai turned away quietly and, at first, Rin was worried that she had offended him in some way.

�Do as you like, Rin.�

Smiling and a little giddy with anticipation, Rin retrieved a comb and positioned herself behind the inu-youkai. She tentatively pulled the elegantly carved comb through a length of his hair. The comb had been a gift for her on her fifteenth birthday and was among one of her most treasured possessions.

Using her other hand to separate his heavy silver locks, she hummed under her breath as she ran the comb through his hair. She heard him give a long sigh and his shoulders seemed to relax marginally. The sigh ended with a thrumming sound, deep inside his chest. Rin wished she could lean her face against his back and enjoy the reverberations there from the sound, but did not dare to touch her lord in such an intimate fashion.

She reached up and placed the brush against his scalp and let it slide down the length of his hair. His hair was almost completely smooth now and she admired the newly groomed, shining length of it slipping from the teeth of the comb like a silver waterfall.

As she repeated this action over and over, reveling in its softness, a movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She paused, letting her upraised hand fall into her lap.

It was Jaken.

He was glaring at both of them, his eyes were narrowed into furious half-slits which darted angrily back and forth between the pair of them. His beak-like mouth was clamped shut in an unpleasant-looking grimace. His hands were steadily opening and closing into fists and seemed to be shaking slightly.

Rin stared at him, her mouth slightly agape, still not fully awakened from her peaceful interlude with Sesshoumaru�s hair. When Jaken realized her attention was on him, he caught her eyes for one, long moment, giving her a cold look before turning away. He is jealous, Rin realized. But of whom?

�Jaken�

Sesshoumaru�s commanding monotone directed all attention back to him, all anger and jealousy forgotten. Both Jaken and Rin turned expectantly and somewhat fearfully towards the youkai as he stood up, flipping his long hair behind him.

�Keep the fire tended for Rin. I am retiring to my chambers for the evening.�

As he walked away in the direction of the rooms, Jaken and Rin sat there across the fire from one another, both looking and feeling confused.

For a moment there, I thought Sesshoumaru-sama was angry at Jaken.

�.

What was I doing back there? I almost let my jealousy get the better of me. After so many years in the service of my Sesshoumaru-sama, I should know better.

Rin stood up and walked in the direction of the rooms as well, calling out behind her, �Don�t worry with the fire, Master Jaken, I�m going to bed as well.� Stealing a glance at the imp still sitting by the campfire behind her, Rin turned the question of his jealousy over in her mind, still not certain whether it was her or her lord which the bitter resentment had been directed towards.

AN: My Author�s notes are getting longer than my chapters. I was intending to include one more section in this chapter where Rin finds out that she, too, could feel jealousy. However, I am too tired, so will have to include it in the next installment. Blame it in my LJ. I�m addicted and squandered much of my precious writing time there today.

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