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sinful_lynxTitle: Unease
Fandom: Inuyasha
Characters/Pairings: Sesshoumaru, Jaken, Rin
Rating: PG
Warnings: Um... none...?
Author Note: xD I am not screwing with this anymore... I hope this is all right.
Summary: He cannot fathom this unease.
Disclaimer: I don't own the icon or the fandom, dur.
The calm of the night, the quiet of his enemies... these put him on high alert. He feels restless, uncharacteristically so. It's been moons since he's caught Naraku's scent or heard his annoying half-breed brother's voice, crowing or otherwise. His only company has been the squawking imp and the chattering child and it's understandable that this lord's patience has been shattered. Even so, it doesn't feel right to be so uneasy because he does not feel such things. If there is no need for it, then it must be wiped out. It's a weakness that he's done everything to abolish these past two-hundred years.
The wind changes and still there is no scent of any of his enemies, new or old, that would dare step within the perimeter. And yet, even with all of these reassurances, his power, his senses, his knowledge of the enemy, he remains as uneasy as the moment he stepped away from camp.
Not even hunting was able to calm the surface of the usually still water of his mind.
Toukijin whispers softly, promising it's only his distaste for the half-breed that he wanders so aimlessly and that with his death, it'll all be set away.
He doesn't argue, but he doesn't agree, either. If it were Inuyasha's mere existence, it wouldn't be recent, but Inuyasha is, and always will be, an enemy. It's because of his enemies he remains unsettled. Toukijin isn't completely wrong.
But in this silent discussion, he almost misses the most critical of sounds, a cry for him.
Toukijin cackles with glee, poised for attack, eager to drink blood, even if it isn't a particular half-breed it owes its current form to. The clearing, as he comes to it, is free of the scent of all save for the three sleeping in it, now all awake from the little girl's sobs. Toukijin seems disappointed, but stowed away when the coast is deemed clear.
"Rin."
The child's cries stop suddenly, big, watery eyes he will never admit to being partial to stare up with obvious fear. A fresh onslaught of tears is caught by his nose, before his eyes, and he can only brace himself from the sudden lunge of an energetic, eight-year-old child who has a problem with respecting personal space. Tiny arms wrap around his leg, girl trembling and sobbing and the only thing he knows to do is to let it pass.
What is he to do? He knows nothing of comfort. He does not seek it. He does not give it. Love and compassion are things built into humans, emotions that they can find easily within themselves and each other, constantly reaching out to someone so they may feel it from others, but he isn't human. He was taught respect and pride. He was taught to know to fear his superiors, but to always be vigilant. His father's love and compassion weren't things he retained... not when he had gone and died because of them.
But his method doesn't seem effective. Fighting Naraku, warring against the cardinal lords, anything is better than a crying girl. It isn't because he's a chivalrous person or that he actually cares about hurting another's feelings, it's simply because he doesn't understand. He doesn't understand the purpose of her tears, of tears period. He doesn't smell blood, and she came to him without restraint. There's nothing wrong with her...
"Sess... Sesshoumaru-sama..." She sobs, rubbing her eyes on his kimono, much to his displeasure.
"What is it, Rin?"
She doesn't answer for a long moment and his patience jumps off the cliff into the rocky, tumultuous waters below. He moves to pry her off, but the slightest hesitation in his movement finds his hand cupping the back of her head. He's surprised himself and whenever there is something that causes such a foriegn and unpleasant feeling, he directs his confusion towards Jaken in a manner most befitting, anger, who is prattling on to himself about Rin's disregard for his lord's space.
"Sesshoumaru-sama...?" She asks, pulling away enough to stare up at him.
He regards her as expressionlessly as possible, dislike, curiosity, concern, all shoved into a closet for the only thing he knows he can handle--apathy.
She hesitates under his gaze, but presses forward after yet another moment of silence. "Sesshoumaru-sama will never leave Rin all alone, right?"
He knows that, for a moment, no matter how much schooling he does, he cannot hide the slight surprise on his face, but it doesn't survive long enough to ruin all that he's worked for. He doesn't respond. What could he say? There will be a time when he can't keep her safe, when being with humans so she can truly grow and flourish will be necessary. She will not always be able to follow the life of a demon lord such as he. It's an inescapable fate, but he can't tell her that now. For some reason, telling her the inevitability of them parting brings an uncomfortable feeling to his stomach.
It must have been something he ate.
"Rin... doesn't want to be alone, Sesshoumaru-sama."
"What is this about?" He tries. After all, if Naraku is behind putting such thoughts into her head, he has an outlet. He can make Naraku suffer for putting him in this position and all will be right again.
Rin wipes at her eyes, Jaken has settled back in and Ah-Un's alert gaze is on everything that he cannot watch. "I had a nightmare..." she murmurs.
"About?" Knowing she will never sleep until it's off her chest, he invites, against his better judgment, for her to continue.
Her big brown eyes search him, but this time, he's prepared, pretending to be searching out the sound of some nonexistent noise. "Sesshoumaru-sama went off to fight, but never came back."
"Nonsense," he utters before he can stop himself and pulls away from the weakened grasp. He isn't stupid. He knows that Rin will always look for him, whether he likes it or not. That is simply her personality, so he guarantees he always will return by being an honorable creature. "It was a dream."
He turns and walks away, fully intent on letting her find her own methods of lulling back to sleep. He isn't her friend. He isn't her father. He's simply a demon with a human who refuses to stop following him, but a nagging voice, a voice he will always match with his father's, prevents him from leaving. As if the true intent all along, he settles down against a tree, boa-like fur sprawled beside him.
He can see her hopeful gaze and again, he has to avert his eyes so as not to fall into the bewitchment of a human. "Come here, Rin."
"Yes, my lord!" She chirps, skipping over as if the whole ordeal had never happened and the world is the most beautiful place. Sometimes he wonders what it's like to see through the eyes of a human child...
She curls up in the warmth of the fur, staring up at him with a bright smile that he tries to ignore. "Go to sleep."
An eager nod and a wide yawn. "Okay. Thank you, Sesshoumaru-sama..."
Toukijin hisses at him. Tenseiga purrs with delight. He doesn't know which one is more annoying, but his hand, again, finds its way to her hair. It's then he realizes that the unease that's been consuming him all night has settled and dispersed.
Fandom: Inuyasha
Characters/Pairings: Sesshoumaru, Jaken, Rin
Rating: PG
Warnings: Um... none...?
Author Note: xD I am not screwing with this anymore... I hope this is all right.
Summary: He cannot fathom this unease.
Disclaimer: I don't own the icon or the fandom, dur.
The calm of the night, the quiet of his enemies... these put him on high alert. He feels restless, uncharacteristically so. It's been moons since he's caught Naraku's scent or heard his annoying half-breed brother's voice, crowing or otherwise. His only company has been the squawking imp and the chattering child and it's understandable that this lord's patience has been shattered. Even so, it doesn't feel right to be so uneasy because he does not feel such things. If there is no need for it, then it must be wiped out. It's a weakness that he's done everything to abolish these past two-hundred years.
The wind changes and still there is no scent of any of his enemies, new or old, that would dare step within the perimeter. And yet, even with all of these reassurances, his power, his senses, his knowledge of the enemy, he remains as uneasy as the moment he stepped away from camp.
Not even hunting was able to calm the surface of the usually still water of his mind.
Toukijin whispers softly, promising it's only his distaste for the half-breed that he wanders so aimlessly and that with his death, it'll all be set away.
He doesn't argue, but he doesn't agree, either. If it were Inuyasha's mere existence, it wouldn't be recent, but Inuyasha is, and always will be, an enemy. It's because of his enemies he remains unsettled. Toukijin isn't completely wrong.
But in this silent discussion, he almost misses the most critical of sounds, a cry for him.
Toukijin cackles with glee, poised for attack, eager to drink blood, even if it isn't a particular half-breed it owes its current form to. The clearing, as he comes to it, is free of the scent of all save for the three sleeping in it, now all awake from the little girl's sobs. Toukijin seems disappointed, but stowed away when the coast is deemed clear.
"Rin."
The child's cries stop suddenly, big, watery eyes he will never admit to being partial to stare up with obvious fear. A fresh onslaught of tears is caught by his nose, before his eyes, and he can only brace himself from the sudden lunge of an energetic, eight-year-old child who has a problem with respecting personal space. Tiny arms wrap around his leg, girl trembling and sobbing and the only thing he knows to do is to let it pass.
What is he to do? He knows nothing of comfort. He does not seek it. He does not give it. Love and compassion are things built into humans, emotions that they can find easily within themselves and each other, constantly reaching out to someone so they may feel it from others, but he isn't human. He was taught respect and pride. He was taught to know to fear his superiors, but to always be vigilant. His father's love and compassion weren't things he retained... not when he had gone and died because of them.
But his method doesn't seem effective. Fighting Naraku, warring against the cardinal lords, anything is better than a crying girl. It isn't because he's a chivalrous person or that he actually cares about hurting another's feelings, it's simply because he doesn't understand. He doesn't understand the purpose of her tears, of tears period. He doesn't smell blood, and she came to him without restraint. There's nothing wrong with her...
"Sess... Sesshoumaru-sama..." She sobs, rubbing her eyes on his kimono, much to his displeasure.
"What is it, Rin?"
She doesn't answer for a long moment and his patience jumps off the cliff into the rocky, tumultuous waters below. He moves to pry her off, but the slightest hesitation in his movement finds his hand cupping the back of her head. He's surprised himself and whenever there is something that causes such a foriegn and unpleasant feeling, he directs his confusion towards Jaken in a manner most befitting, anger, who is prattling on to himself about Rin's disregard for his lord's space.
"Sesshoumaru-sama...?" She asks, pulling away enough to stare up at him.
He regards her as expressionlessly as possible, dislike, curiosity, concern, all shoved into a closet for the only thing he knows he can handle--apathy.
She hesitates under his gaze, but presses forward after yet another moment of silence. "Sesshoumaru-sama will never leave Rin all alone, right?"
He knows that, for a moment, no matter how much schooling he does, he cannot hide the slight surprise on his face, but it doesn't survive long enough to ruin all that he's worked for. He doesn't respond. What could he say? There will be a time when he can't keep her safe, when being with humans so she can truly grow and flourish will be necessary. She will not always be able to follow the life of a demon lord such as he. It's an inescapable fate, but he can't tell her that now. For some reason, telling her the inevitability of them parting brings an uncomfortable feeling to his stomach.
It must have been something he ate.
"Rin... doesn't want to be alone, Sesshoumaru-sama."
"What is this about?" He tries. After all, if Naraku is behind putting such thoughts into her head, he has an outlet. He can make Naraku suffer for putting him in this position and all will be right again.
Rin wipes at her eyes, Jaken has settled back in and Ah-Un's alert gaze is on everything that he cannot watch. "I had a nightmare..." she murmurs.
"About?" Knowing she will never sleep until it's off her chest, he invites, against his better judgment, for her to continue.
Her big brown eyes search him, but this time, he's prepared, pretending to be searching out the sound of some nonexistent noise. "Sesshoumaru-sama went off to fight, but never came back."
"Nonsense," he utters before he can stop himself and pulls away from the weakened grasp. He isn't stupid. He knows that Rin will always look for him, whether he likes it or not. That is simply her personality, so he guarantees he always will return by being an honorable creature. "It was a dream."
He turns and walks away, fully intent on letting her find her own methods of lulling back to sleep. He isn't her friend. He isn't her father. He's simply a demon with a human who refuses to stop following him, but a nagging voice, a voice he will always match with his father's, prevents him from leaving. As if the true intent all along, he settles down against a tree, boa-like fur sprawled beside him.
He can see her hopeful gaze and again, he has to avert his eyes so as not to fall into the bewitchment of a human. "Come here, Rin."
"Yes, my lord!" She chirps, skipping over as if the whole ordeal had never happened and the world is the most beautiful place. Sometimes he wonders what it's like to see through the eyes of a human child...
She curls up in the warmth of the fur, staring up at him with a bright smile that he tries to ignore. "Go to sleep."
An eager nod and a wide yawn. "Okay. Thank you, Sesshoumaru-sama..."
Toukijin hisses at him. Tenseiga purrs with delight. He doesn't know which one is more annoying, but his hand, again, finds its way to her hair. It's then he realizes that the unease that's been consuming him all night has settled and dispersed.
