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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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Disclaimer: I don�t own Inuyasha.

�He is coming.�

�Just a few more moments,� Rin murmured, still half-asleep.

�Rin!�

�What,� Rin snapped, irritated at the second interruption since she had drifted back to sleep.

�He is coming. Now get up!�

Rin rolled over on her futon away from Jaken�s annoying voice and pulled the blanket over her head. The imp snatched it off immediately, causing her to gasp and curl up into a fetal position.

It was chilly and she was not a morning person.

Rin finally sat up, squinting at the too-bright sunlight and pointed a scolding finger towards Jaken, �I don�t care who he is, give me my blanket back and I am going back to bed.� Despite her even speech, she was still not thinking clearly, her mind muddled and drowsy. She proceeded to fall back against the futon with her delicate fingers shielding her eyes and her hair falling all around her shoulders in a fan-like pattern.

Jaken could not help but pause for a moment to enjoy the sight of her�she had grown to be truly lovely, after all. He was tempted by her rich, black hair, laying just inches from his bare feet. His fingers twitched and he ached to reach down and slide his fingers through that soft hair. Hair was something he could appreciate. First, my Sesshoumaru and now Rin, I must have some sort of hair fetish, he thought. His eyes wandered to her face, which held an appealing mixture of childlike characteristics and the features of a mature woman�a petite, slightly turned up nose, full lips and a pair of unusually large brown eyes. Perhaps it was this that made her so appealing, this blending of innocence and sensuality. And beyond this and upon deeper inspection, her features bespoke of gentleness and temperance, this being a fitting representation of her personality.

Jaken sighed and turned away. Perhaps he should touch her, just once more. After all, he might be dead on the morrow.

Still facing away, he told Rin softy, �Sesshoumaru-sama. He is coming.�

Rin jumped to her feet, suddenly towering over the short youkai. �WHAT did you say?�

�You heard me.�

Rin rushed out of the room through the open doorway, skidding down the hallway a few feet in her haste. She was not certain where exactly she was going, she was still disoriented from sleep. But a new emotion was spurring her clumsy limbs into action, fear. Rin had felt fear before on countless occasions. However, this was different. This was not fear of what might happen, but fear of the inevitable. This was fear of what the future would bring. And she was about to come face to face with that future a lot sooner than she anticipated.

As she was about to catapult herself through the doorway and out into the courtyard, Rin slammed into that future.

The future being a hard, muscular chest padded by soft fur and alternately by an armored chest plate. Rin squealed as she bounced back against the other side of the doorway, landing hard on her derriere with a sold thunk.

She was left staring up at a vision in white silhouetted by the rays of the morning sunlight as he stood in the doorway. At any other time, she might have thought he looked like an angel, but not now.

�Sesshoumaru-sama,� Rin breathed, ever so softly.

She knew he heard her, though he continued staring at the wall directly above her head. He was silent and did not move.

Rin lowered her head, like a petulant child seeking leniency. Unfortunately, she was no longer a child.

She looked up. Sesshoumaru was now staring directly into her eyes, unblinking and cold. A shiver ran down her spine, but she dared not look away. Oh god, how she wanted to, but she simply could not look away from those accusing, golden eyes.

She might have sat there staring for quite awhile, in fact, if Sesshoumaru had not backed up and out of the doorway, giving her ample room to scramble up and follow him outside.

Rin was surprised to find that Jaken was already standing outside as well, directly in between herself and Sesshoumaru. How did he get out here so quickly? The three of them stood there facing one another for a long moment. Suddenly, Rin�s attention was drawn to a small movement of Sesshoumaru�s sleeve as his hand clenched into a fist. Before Rin had time to fully take stock of the situation, she saw the crimson patterns of Sesshoumaru�s sleeve blur and Jaken tumbled backwards with a horrid screech into a near by tree. His head slammed into the trunk with a sickening thump. She watched in horror as he slumped over. She feared he might be dead.

�Jaken,� Sesshoumaru addressed the seemingly unconscious imp in a bored tone.

A stream of blood ran from the top of Jaken�s head and across the side of his face. His body was quite still.

Rin turned back towards her lord, her heart beating rapidly. In her heart, a battle raged. Anger, fear, horror, guilt, a myriad of powerful emotions formed a dreadful mix which threatened to bring her to her knees in a trembling heap. She lifted her hand to her eyes, as if to shield them from the horror unfolding before her. Her knees buckled and she did fall forward, finally, and began retching.

Stepping deftly around her crumpled form, Sesshoumaru approached the unconscious Jaken, snatching him up by the throat and bringing the imp�s face close to his own.

�Stop playing dead, Jaken�

At that, the imp opened one eye and quickly shut it again, his entire body beginning to quiver violently in his lord�s grasp.

�Yes, milord, of course,� he whispered, head dipping forward either as a show of petulance or in a swoon. When Rin heard this, she stopped her trembling and peeked over her shoulder at the two youkai, relieved that all the members of her little family were, as yet, still alive.

She was not prepared for what came next. Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth, tightening his fist around the imp�s throat before releasing him, allowing him to fall limply at his feet. His claws had left deep, bloody gashes across his neck; a pool of blood was quickly growing around the imp. Not taking his eyes off of Jaken, Sesshoumaru placed his hand on the hilt of Tensaiga. In one swift movement, sunlight was glinting off of the sword�s glimmering blade.

Rin knew at once what her lord meant to do. Without thinking, she lunged forward in a panicked rush towards Jaken. She overextended herself and ended up landing on top of the imp, causing him to skid backwards and fall face forward, groaning pitifully, into the dirt. Rin paid him no mind, keeping her eyes on the taiyoukai.

�Sesshoumaru-sama, milord. Please don�t do this.�

Rin�s pleading eyes met Sesshoumaru�s neutral ones, silently begging him to relent in this current course of action. The taiyoukai made no move, which heartened her though she realized this was not a concession.

�I can imagine what you are thinking, master, but it is not Jaken�s fault that,� she paused here, blushing despite her fear, �it happened.�

Sesshoumaru�s eyes narrowed fractionally, seeming to glow a crystalline shade of amber in the direct sunlight, or perhaps the intense coloring is caused by his anger. Rin blanched. Now was not really the time to be contemplating Sesshoumaru�s eye color. She re-focused her attention and continued, �We, we,� kami, how to put this into words. How could she have been a willing participant in such unspeakable acts, �We were drunk. Both of us.�

That sounded particularly brainless, didn�t it? Under Sesshoumaru�s steady gaze, her actions, Jaken�s actions, seemed increasingly repulsive. How could she ever have felt it was acceptable for the two of them�a human and a small, green imp�to engage in such sordid acts? Why had she ever felt it natural that they might gratify themselves in such a way? She lowered her eyes, ashamed for the first time since she and Jaken had started this affair. Remorse, distress, nausea�all these emotions she had struggled with since their affair had begun, but she had never once felt shame.

It had never seemed wrong before, only forbidden, or unwise, or even impractical, but the look in his eyes makes me feel as if we have committed a very perversion against nature.

Rin was unprepared for the affect his next words would have on her.

�Disgraceful.�

She should have expected worse. Her vision blurred with tears and she swooned forward, unable to support her own weight.

Disgraceful, disgraceful, disgraceful�

His words ricocheted through her mind.

She did not hear the sound of metal scraping as he drew his sword. She did not notice as he stepped around her again and forward, stalking towards the imp�s crumpled form. She was lost in her own self-loathing and bitter shame. Her lord hovered there, hesitating for a moment, but only for a moment since hesitation was quite simply not in his nature.

Finally, the sound of the swish of the sword slicing the air served to penetrate Rin�s clouded mind.

Jaken!

Something snapped inside of her. What did it matter? I don�t care what despicable acts we have committed. Jaken is my friend. No, he is more than that. He is a lover. I feel, I feel� The thoughts racing through her mind were tinged with a mixture of tenderness, dread and overwhelming regret. She forced herself to open her eyes, half-expecting to see the horrific image of the imp�s head rolling away from his body, or of his body being pulled through a void of blackness into the netherworld. She felt a flood of relief when she realized Sesshoumaru had simply sliced through the front of his hoari, exposing Jaken�s bare chest and rounded belly. In a movement almost too quick for human eyes to detect, he brought his sword up once again.

�Stop!�

Sesshoumaru paused, his arm frozen in mid-air. His sword, which once again reflected the brilliant morning sun back into Rin�s eyes, was poised mere inches from Jaken�s exposed abdomen.

Rin had scrambled to her feet again and grasped the sleeve of Sesshoumaru�s raised sword arm before she even realizing what she was doing. She looked up at his face, searching for some trace of pity or compassion from amidst his stoic features. The three of them were completely still for one long, tense moment, unmoving except for the errant locks of black and silver hair ruffled by the breeze.

Rin�s attention was briefly diverted by a flash of white as a particularly stout updraft of air sent Sesshoumaru�s hair brushing lightly across her arm. When she looked up again, Sesshoumaru�s eyes were closed. She felt him shift and suddenly his sleeve was jerked free of her hold. Rin could only stare as he walked slowly back in the direction of this quarters as if nothing of consequence had just occurred.

Why is he simply leaving like that? He had been so angry before, at least he acted so. Has he forgiven us?

Confusion added yet another dimension to the emotional tumult raging inside of her.

Sesshoumaru-sama, there is nothing that Jaken or I would not do for you. That thought she did not voice, though she may have wished so later.

Rin settled to her knees and prepared to tend Jaken�s numerous wounds, thankful for the fact that his youkai nature would prevent any of those from ending his life. She placed her hand on his forehead in a tender gesture. His eyes were closed.

�Is he gone?� Jaken�s voice was tremulous and rough.

Rin answered in the affirmative, reminding him to be still while she obtained the necessary medicinal herbs, clean water, and bandages.

As she stood to leave, Jaken opened his eyes and gave her a pained little smile.

�It was worth it.�

�What?� Rin was perplexed by his sudden change in mood.

�Nothing.�

Later, as she carefully applied an herbal remedy to the wound on Jaken�s head, Rin could not help but wonder, a tad fearfully, if he were correct.
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Neither Jaken nor Rin saw Sesshoumaru again until the next day. He had disappeared shortly after the confrontation. In that time, Jaken had healed enough to walk about unassisted. When Sesshoumaru returned, he stood in front of his approaching master, staff in hand, looking his typical sycophantic self.

�We have missed you, milord.�

Sesshoumaru did not spare him a glance as he brushed past the imp, which was a great improvement over a violent assault, Jaken thought resignedly.

The youkai lord stopped and faced both of his companions, his expression giving no hint as to his intentions. His companions were accustomed to such.

�It is time for Rin to return to her own kind.�

The two looked on with equally dumbfounded expressions.

�W-what did you say, Sesshoumaru-sama,� Jaken asked in a shaking voice which sounded strange even to his own ears.

The youkai ignored him and continued, �And it is time that she found a husband. A human husband. She is past the age when human females usually do so.�

Feeling completely helpless at the moment, Jaken looked over at Rin. The color had drained from her face. She swayed a little, looking as if she were about to faint. Jaken resisted the urge to reach out to steady her.

�Jaken, assist Rin in gathering her possessions. We will leave immediately.�

At this, Rin whipped around and ran, sobbing, towards the tree-line. Both youkai stood side by side, watching the girl�s flight, neither making a move to stop her. Finally, the proud inuyoukai nodded to the imp, who in turn scuttled off to Rin�s quarters to gather her personal belongings.

The lord never took his eyes off of the wood�s edge, as if keeping a silent vigil until the distressed girl should return. To any that might be schooled in reading his virtually unreadable features, it might be noted that his jaw line was uncharacteristically tense and his back slightly stiffer than usual. It was doubtful that the reason behind these anomalies in his expression and stance would ever be known. However, it could be assumed that his Ward and loyal retainer were not the only ones adversely affected by this sudden change of circumstance.

AN: I intended to include Rin�s new experiences in the human village in this chapter, but I�m too tired. I think I�ll post this for now. I would post review responses, but I cant remember who said what since MY FIC WAS DELETED due to a complaint about the sitemeter joke in Chapter 3. However, Beth, new and highly competent owner of AFF.net, gave me the greenlight to repost. So I did. It was a bitch. I had to recode the html italics b/c I�d neglected to save that (I�m a dum dum) and it took me awhile. My fic looks sad standing as it is now with only 123 hits and 4 reviews, but I have to thank Silverwyvern, Greaterbeast_Xellas, Nokomarie the snake (you found me, did you, you twisty-turny thing) and Jazmine for the new reviews. Yay for all of you! And don�t forget to check out Greaterbeast_Xellas�s Jaken and Strange Love fanart at my Live journal community, Jaken_smut.

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