When Worlds Collide
Four
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A/N: This one is for all of those WONDERFUL people
who bugged and bugged and bugged me (Victoria Wolf this one’s for you) to
update. This is to also prove that I did
not forget about all the awesome people out there that actually read the crap
that is my writing. I simply just HEART
you guys (and gals of course)!!
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Rin sat on the soft dew dampened earth as she stared at her
Sesshoumaru-sama’s sword now just slightly uncovered by the brown cloth that it
was wrapped in. It had seemed like years
since she last saw him and her poor little heart felt like it couldn’t take
much more loneliness. Sure she loved
Mat, but he was not her Sesshoumaru-sama and even though he was a comfortable
pillow during cold nights he just didn’t give her a sense of absolute
protection that the Lord of the Western Lands gave her. Then again she thought that nobody could EVER
replace her Lord.
Mat carefully walked up to the little girl and sat next to her
watching her watch the weapon, “Are you sure you want to carry that thing
around, Rin, it’s kindda deadly,” he softly whispered
to the broading child.
Rin shook her head and gave him a sad smile, her small hand
drifting towards the swords hilt, “Tenseiga will not
hurt Rin.”
Mat just nodded knowing better than to argue with the girl, she
could be as fierce as a Trolloc and as stubborn as a dying Fade when angry, “So
what are you thinking about?” he asked, try to coax the child into a better
mood. Unfortunately this only seemed to
upset her even more.
Rin hung her head and her shoulders slumped, her dark bangs
falling in across her eyes to hide them, “I miss Sesshoumaru-sama... wonder if
something bad happened to him and Rin will never see him again?” She reached up and whipped her nose on the
back of her hand, ashamed that she felt like crying. Sesshoumaru-sama hated crying.
Mat took Rin and gently placed her in his lap, “Don’t worry little
one, he will find us, and if he doesn’t I will be here to take care of you in
his place.”
Rin peered up at him and started to giggle, “Mat-chan, you look
nothing like Rin’s Sesshoumaru-sama!” she squealed in delight.
Mat put on his best grin for the small girl, “No? I’m much more better
looking than he is, aren’t I?”
If anything this made Rin laugh all the harder, tears streaming
down her chubby cheeks, “No way!
Sesshoumaru-sama is the prettiest Rin has ever seen! Prettier than even
Egwene!”
Mat
gasped and grasped his chest in mock pain, “But nobody is prettier than
Egwene!” Or at least in Rin eyes, or so
he thought.
Rin
gave him a serious look, “Sesshoumaru-sama is,” she stated as if it was an
everyday fact even sticking her nose in the air like a true royal.
“Ok
little princess,” he said giving up in the small play fight,”if you say so.”
She
huffed, “I do say so. And I AM a
princess, Mat-chan!”
He
raised an eyebrow at her, “Oh really, you didn’t tell me that,” he said, not
believing the girl one bit.
She
shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, “Well sortta
anyways,” she mumbled back at him.
“Please
do explain,”
“Well
Sesshoumaru-sama, is Sesshoumaru-sama, of course and I am Rin. His daughter... not his real daughter,” she
paused as if trying to remember something.
Then with all the seriousness in the world she looked to the two of them
with eyes that did not belong on a child as young as her. “A long time ago I lived a place with bad
people. I didn’t have a mother or a
father so I would have to steal my food to eat.
The farmers didn’t like that much and said that such things should not
be wasted on one as worthless as myself,” she took another deep breath before
continuing. “One day I was walking in
the trees near the place were I used to live and I came across someone hurt
really badly. He was beautiful even in
his pain,” she whispered then forced herself to smile. “I brought him water even though he never
drank it, saying he didn’t need such things and that I was wasting my time with
him, but I kept on doing it anyway, I had to help him somehow.
“Then
the farmers’ fields began to dry up and die, they blamed it on me, saying that
I was a bad omen and should be killed.
They took their anger out on me and hit me until I couldn’t move any
more. I was so hurt I couldn’t go see
him for a while and when I was able to he asked me what happened to my face.”
She smiled, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, “He was the only thing
that had ever showed me kindness in even the slightest way. When the village was attached by wolfs I ran
for my life, thinking the only thing that could save me was him. But the wolfs caught
me and I don’t know what happened but when I woke he was standing over me. Rin has followed Sesshoumaru-sama ever since
and I have never been in danger where he hasn’t saved me from. Sesshoumaru is a Lord, that
would make Rin a princess.”
She
buried her face in Mat’s chest and began to cry, “Why hasn’t he come to get Rin
now! Sesshoumaru-sama please don’t abandon me! I
promise I will never run off to make flower necklaces for you again!”
Mat
looked to his friend as
“I
bet,” Mat added with a smile, “That’s he’s looking for you right this minute.”
S%S
Inu-Yasha
glowered at the passer bys as he jumped from booth to booth trying to trace the
remaining sent of Tenseiga. The trail was faint and with all the other
smells of the town the hanyou couldn’t figure out how long ago the sword was
here. He stopped suddenly and peered
down a fat balding man, “You!” he hissed reaching a clawed hand out and
gripping the vendor’s grease stained tunic, “Where the fuck is Tenseiga?”
The
man’s eyes widened, what in the Light was so flaming special about that flaming
hunk of junk! “I-I don’t know!” the
coward wailed, “It was bought! A little
girl took it! A-a-about
t-t-wo days ago!” Inu-Yasha let out a growl and the man’s eyes
rolled up in the back of head as he went limp in the half-demon’s grasp.
Kagome
stared at the human in disbelief then turned her dark gaze at Inu-Yasha, “You
scared him stupid!” she yelled, causing the poor demon’s ears to ring.
The
half demon glared at the human girl and opened his mouth to fight back but
stopped when a faint sent drifted up to his nose. He titled his head slightly to a smell that
was vaguely familiar; it smelt like Sesshoumaru, only different, more
human. He squinted in the direction as
if that alone would tell him of the source.
“What’s the little wench that Sesshoumaru has called?” he asked.
Kagome
glared, what the hell was wrong with his family? Did every one of them have trouble calling
females by their names? “Her name,” she
hissed between clenched teeth, “is Rin.”
“Whatever,”
he snorted aside the miko’s anger. “I smell her, faintly... I think she has Tenseiga.”
TBC...