The Courting of Rin

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of its characters.

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chapter 6: Reborn

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tsukete: help or help me

onegai: please

ohimesama: princess, the formal designation/version

Sesshoumaru sat silent and still on the wooden floor, eyes closed, right hand
resting on his knee. Only a pace away glowed the golden egg shaped cocoon that
embraced Rin's small form. He had not left her side all evening.

Night fell and with it, his thoughts. A late evening cricket graced Rin's
bedroom window, chirping to its brothers and sisters a song older than time.
The oil lamps gave only a dull luminance and dim dancing shadows.
Wind whispered in from the outside, bringing with it the fragrance of summer flowers.
Without thinking, he breathed in the floral sweetness.

The night lingered on until the crickets ceased and the wind settled
the sweet honeyed scent. Somewhere in the darkest of twilight, the
moon rose. Sesshoumaru knew the moon's light harkened at the window,
he could feel it.

During the moon's dawn, silver rays slowly moved along the wooden
floor, a lifetime's wait it seemed, even for a demon. Tendrils of pale light
eased closer...eons passed....yet only moments moved in time, moments
of an eternity

Sesshoumaru opened his eyes, feeling the moon's kiss approach. A taste of
night's silver beauty caressed the golden silk.

The cresting touch sparkled. The silken thread, cracked then...split.
Pure light shot forth, bright, gold, light.

He watched, transfixed and amazed as the crack widened and branched into
hundreds of lines which deepened into more crevices. Sun tinted gold
now scattered rainbowed hues on everything. A multitude of blues, reds,
greens, yellows and purples ascended then fell in a delicate rain,
cascading the radiance in drops of liquid color.

This rain of color diminished as the cracks gave way to pieces. These
pieces flaked off to hit the wooden floor where they vanished in
a puff of white. Soon, the entire surface was peeling away. A glowing
form slowly appeared. The first thing the dog demon noticed was the
wings, they were wrapped around a balled-up figure protectively,
a feathery wrap of white and silver. Finally, all of the silken mesh was gone.
What now pulsated before his very eyes was a feathered ball. From its size,
he concluded that Rin's body must be encased within it.

The feathers trembled and began to slip. They moved together as one, falling.

Both feathered wings slid away from the being underneath. The first thing
that came into view was silver. Strands of silver hair bathed in highlights
of gold somewhat veiled the bare, ivory shoulders, softness of rounded curves
....long thighs....calves.... and tiny feet.

The large white wings fell completely. They descended to the floor on either
side of her, stretching out haphazardly askew, the quiet feathers lightly
touching his right boot.

He was unprepared for the next shock.

The arms wrapped around her slender legs fell. Muscles relaxed from the
curled up position. Her small form leaned, falling toward him. Without thinking,
he reached out, catching his Rin. Gold laced silver tresses caressed his arm as Rin's
head tilted back, revealing to him the new beauty...that had replaced....the old.

Somewhere behind his curious musings, he was...relieved to see the familiar
lines and curves that were Rin's and Rin's only: the heart shaped structure
of baby-soft cheeks, the beautiful slant of brown almond lashes, the perky
elfin nose and the fullness of pouty, pink lips.

Yet, there was a change. A pastel blue star now adorned her forehead and
pink tear tracks laced each cheek, beginning at the outer corners of her eyes to
trail downward in a line, ending with a tear drop on her jawline.

His gaze wandered along Rin's new colorations, descending on the beauty of Rin's bare body. Other marks now traced the curves of her ivory skin. Those pastel pink tear markings glided to circle her bosom only to swirl around her navel
before tracing downward, still, to her......

An unaccustomed heat flared in his cheeks as he found the tear drops' final
destination.

With a blink, he looked back up to her sleeping features. Those long,
brown lashes fluttered but did not fully open. Rin let out a sound.
One he had never heard her make before. It was a long, low, faint hum.
The hum from her throat soon whined into a whimper.
Rin breathed in deeply, her hand came up and gripped his left sleeve.
She whispered, calling for him as if lost.
"Ses...shou...maru...sama...."

He did not answer her.

A real tear formed in the corner of her left eye. The salty drop fell, tracing
the marked path already there. Her hand grasped upward, searching.
"Sesshoumaru....sama....?"

This time, he chose to answer, the reply, almost breathless. "Hai."

More tears fell, dripping and sliding down her soft skin, falling, splashing
on his clothes. Her voice quivered. "I....I feel...so....different...."

Her right hand went to his shoulder and gripped weakly.
"Oneiga....tsukete....I...don't...feel the...same.... I...
What is wrong...with me?"

The last words faded as her body became limp, the hold, loosened,
her spirit bathed in a healing slumber.

He sat, stunned, taking in this new creature that was his Rin as she
lay slumped against him. Soft silver hair splayed across his lap and
rippled along the floor. Large, white wings fanned outward. Soft skin now
faintly glowed, delicately displaying the markings of royal status.
Sesshoumaru breathed in, purposely memorizing Rin's new scent. Her basic
essence remained but with it melded a mixture of immortality and raw power.
Rin, his Rin was now a youkai...a swan youkai.

Gently, he guided his right hand under the feathers, touching the small
of her back before tracing a caress around to her navel. With his clawed hand
flat against her midrift, he held firm. Slowly, he stood, lifing her petite form
in the process. Carrying her new winged body as best he could, Sesshoumaru
eased over to the bed and gently laid her down. During the simple task,
those feathered wings instinctively bent inward, tucking under and molding
to her backside. For a moment, he stood there, gazing, marveling at the
swan ohimesama who slept so soundly in innocence.

Sesshoumaru blinked once, setting himself free from the wandering daze.
Carefully, he covered her bare body.

Again, he gazed. He was just curious. That was all. After securing his
intention, Sesshoumaru walked around Rin's bed and eased his own body on the covers to lie next to her. As morning approached, he watched her slumbering profile.
Deep inside, so deep he did not even realize it was there, he honestly hoped
her eyes were still brown.






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I had intended to make this chapter longer but, for some reason it felt right
to leave it here, short but sweet. I am currently working on chapter 9 alot
more in that one.

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