The Road Less Traveled

by JustAnotherWannabeWriter0205

Summary:

Rin has not seen or heard from Lord Sesshomaru in 12 years. Frustrated with having to yet take her own path in life she makes the decision to leave Edo. Will she finally be able to make her own mark in the world or is she doomed to a life where others continue to make the choice for her? ***I do not own any of the characters in Inuyasha***

Chapter 1

Summary:

Editing in process

Prologue

Rin waited for the familiar signs that her village had finally fallen asleep. After twelve years in Edo, she knew the rhythm of the night. The last glow of firelight dimmed from neighboring huts; crickets sang in the grass; and when Granny Kaede’s soft snores rose from the futon across the room, Rin knew it was safe to slip outside.

She walked toward the meadow where she had spent her childhood — and where she had last seen him.

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Flashback

“I don’t understand,” she cried, her voice breaking. “I don’t want to stay in this human village. You always said I had a choice, and now…” Her words crumbled into silence as tears spilled down her flushed cheeks.

She knew, even then, what it meant. She was a burden. One he should not carry.

Sesshomaru said nothing. The stillness between them pressed heavier than any words could. To Rin, it felt like rejection. If only she had known how much it cost him to walk away.

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Present

No longer the child she once was, Rin sometimes wondered what her lord would think if he saw her now. Her unruly hair had grown long and black as raven’s wings, gleaming under moonlight thanks to Kagome and Sango’s patient care. Her eyes still held their warmth, but her frame had lengthened, her figure softened into curves.

Lying beneath the trees, she let the summer night air wash over her, cool and tinged with the coming of autumn. A streak of light cut across the sky. Rin watched the shooting star burn out, remembering the childish wishes she used to whisper: I wish to stay forever with Lord Sesshomaru.

The thought made her smile, bittersweet. It had been twelve years. Dreams could not hold forever. With the star fading into darkness, Rin told herself it was time to move on.

She drew in one last breath of the cool night air, steadying her resolve, and turned back toward the sleeping village.

Chapter 2: Rin’s Choice

RIIIIIN!”

 

The frantic call jolted Rin and Granny Kaede from sleep. Rin threw a light haori over her yukata and dashed outside.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, meeting the panicked husband in the doorway.

“It’s Tuma—she’s in labor, but there’s so much blood.”

Rin grabbed her supply bag without hesitation and ran.

Inside the hut, the air was thick with fear: Tuma’s screams of pain, the anxious cries of family crowding around. Rin knelt at her side, lifting the kimono to assess. Her heart sank. Too much blood. If she didn’t act fast, both mother and child could be lost.

“Tuma,” Rin said firmly, “breathe with me. In and out. We need to slow your heartbeat, calm you down. Picture yourself holding your baby. You can do this.”

The woman’s wild eyes softened, her breathing steadied.

A presence settled beside Rin. She looked up and released a breath of relief—Kagome.

Together, they worked tirelessly: guiding, stitching, coaxing, praying. Hours blurred, but finally, a newborn’s cry cut through the suffocating silence.

Rin exhaled shakily, tears prickling her eyes. She cleaned the tiny baby girl while Kagome tended to Tuma, whose strength was slowly returning. Mei and her mother would recover. The family’s gratitude was overwhelming.

As Rin followed Kagome outside, she cast one last glance at the small, exhausted family. Will that ever be me? she wondered.

“Rin, you were incredible!” Kagome said, beaming. “You stayed calm the whole time. I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become.”

Rin hesitated, her voice quiet. “Kagome… can I ask you something?”

“Of course. What is it?”

“How did you know this was your home? What gave you the strength to leave everything—your family, your world—behind?”

Kagome froze, studying her. For the first time, she noticed the shadow in Rin’s eyes. They shone brightly, but behind the light lay something unspoken—loneliness.

“Oh, Rin…” Kagome’s heart ached. “For me, it was simple. I loved my family, sure. And I miss silly things—TV, hot showers, cell phones—but I knew my place wasn’t there anymore. Inuyasha is my home. Without him, I’d never be whole. Why do you ask?”

Rin took a trembling breath. “Because I’ve never felt that way here. I’m grateful—more than I can say—for Kaede, and for you, Inuyasha, Sango, Kohaku… but if it had been my choice, I’d never have stayed in the village.”

Her voice broke. Tears spilled as Kagome wrapped her in a warm embrace, guiding her back toward Kaede’s hut.

“Well then,” Kagome said softly, “what path do you want to walk?”

“I don’t know,” Rin whispered. “But I think… it’s time to find out.”

Chapter 3: Proposal

Clank.
“Again!”
Clank.
“Again!”

Sweat dripped down Rin’s face, her slayer suit clinging like a second skin. The neat ponytail she’d tied that morning now hung loose, strands sticking to her temples. She gripped her kusarigama and steadied her breath.

Years of training under Sango and Kohaku had carved her into a skilled fighter. Blood, sweat, and more tears than she cared to admit had honed her craft. She joined Kohaku’s squadron often, the work demanding but fulfilling. In the quiet moments between hunts, their friendship deepened. They understood each other’s scars, both having been rescued from darkness by the same great lord.

But to Rin, Kohaku was a friend — and sometimes, a fleeting comfort. Never more.

⸻

Light laughter echoed as they ran toward her favorite swimming hole. Rin stripped without hesitation, splashing into the clear water.

“Catch me if you can,” she teased.

Kohaku dove after her, closing the distance with ease. His hands found her waist, pulling her close. His eyes searched hers, tender, earnest. He kissed her.

Rin returned the kiss, hesitant but willing. She let him hold her, let the warmth of his body press against hers. For this moment, she chose not to think. Not to break it. One last time, she told herself.

⸻

“Rin. Rin.”

She stirred, groggy, stretched out on her kimono by the shore.

“Mmm… just a little longer,” she murmured.

Kohaku chuckled softly, brushing stray strands from her face. His chest tightened as he looked at her — glowing skin, dark hair spread like a halo, the curve of her figure against the grass.

“Rin,” he whispered, almost without meaning to, “marry me.”

Her eyes shot open. “What?”

“Marry me. I love you. I’ve always loved you. You’re beautiful, strong, kind… I could list a thousand things, but it all comes down to this: I love you.”

Rin’s heart ached at the raw hope in his voice. She touched his cheek gently.

“Oh, Kohaku. I do love you — but not in that way. You’ve been my best friend, and yes, a wonderful companion, but my heart isn’t yours to have.”

He flinched, the words striking harder than he wanted to admit. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Rin drew a breath, steadying herself. “I’m leaving the village. I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ve spent my whole life walking paths others chose for me. I want the chance to choose my own.”

Silence fell. Kohaku’s chest tightened with jealousy — the thought of her finding someone else on her journey stung more than any wound.

“Will you come back?” he asked, voice rough.

“Of course.” She smiled softly through the ache. “You’re all my family. I could never stay away for good.”

She leaned in, kissed him one last time — tender, final. Then she stood, resolute.

Kohaku wanted to beg her to stay, but the look in her eyes told him: her decision was already made.

Chapter 4: Prelude to the Storm

“Lord Sesshomaru! Lord Sesshomaru!”

Jaken’s shrill cries echoed against the golden palace walls. The imp shuffled down the marble corridors, muttering under his breath. “All these years of loyal service, and still he leaves without a word. A little consideration—just a little—surely I’ve earned at least that!”

He reached the study and drew a deep breath. “LOOOORD SESS—ack!”

A scroll smacked him squarely in the head, cutting off his screech.

“Jaken.”

The single word, low and sharp, froze the imp where he stood. Sesshomaru’s gaze lifted from the documents before him, his voice laced with menace. “To what do I owe your whining today?”

Rubbing the swelling knot on his forehead, Jaken stammered, “M-my lord, forgive me. I bring troubling news. There are reports of bandits and yokai raiding villages in the Western Mountains—”

“Hmph. What becomes of human villages is no concern of mine.”

“Yes, of course, but their leader… he is recruiting both humans and yokai. He boasts that, once his army is large enough, he will claim your title as Lord of the Wes—”

Jaken blinked. The chair was empty. Sesshomaru was already gone.

Chapter 5: Departure

“Goodbye, everyone!” Rin called as she stepped beyond the edge of Edo.

The villagers had gathered for a surprise sendoff, their arms laden with food and supplies for her journey. Rin smiled, bowing gratefully. “I promise I’ll write as soon as I reach the first town.”

Inuyasha insisted on walking her through the forest. Over the years, he had become more like an older brother than a guardian — growling at any man who so much as looked her way, laughing with her over childhood mischief, and cheering her on the first time she felled a demon by herself.

At the clearing, he wrapped her in a tight hug. “I don’t get what it is you’re looking for, kid, but we’re all gonna miss you. Promise me you’ll come back safe. And if anyone gives you trouble, you kick their ass, got it?”

Rin laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I promise.”

With a final wave, she turned down the road, humming to herself as Edo disappeared behind her.

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The dirt path stretched on, hot under the summer sun. She sipped from her canteen beneath the shade of a tree, letting her thoughts wander. What is it I’m even searching for? Even now, with this bold step forward, she felt a hollow ache inside.

Memories drifted back: childish games in meadows, splashing in rivers with Jaken. Then the voice in her head again, sharp and cruel: Let them go, Rin. They’re not coming back.

She sighed, shaking it off — only to realize she wasn’t alone. Footsteps crunched in the grass.

“You there,” a voice barked. “What are you doing out here, maiden?”

Rin looked up to find herself surrounded by armored men. “Resting. Last I checked, that wasn’t a crime,” she snapped.

The lead samurai faltered, caught off guard. His eyes swept over her, noting her poise, the weapon at her side. “Forgive me. We meant no offense. We’ve been sent by the shogun to hunt down bandits and demons terrorizing these lands. It isn’t safe for someone like you to be out alone.”

Rin smirked and flashed her kusarigama. “Someone like me? I’ll be fine.”

One of the men snorted. “Where’d a little thing like you get a weapon like that?”

Rolling her eyes, Rin packed up her things. “I’ve entertained you long enough. Thanks for the warning, but I’ll be on my way.”

A hand clamped down on her wrist.

In one fluid motion, Rin twisted free, flipped, and sent the offender sprawling into the dirt.

The other samurai unsheathed their blades, forming a circle around her.

“You’re not going anywhere,” one growled.

Then—laughter.

“Stand down!” their leader barked, hauling himself up and brushing dirt from his armor. He studied Rin with new respect. “I underestimated you.”

Rin finally gave him a good look: tanned skin, hair tied in a rough bun, a tall, muscular frame. If he hadn’t been such an arrogant fool, she might have found him handsome.

“I rely on people underestimating me,” she replied coolly. “Makes things easier.”

Recognition flickered in his eyes. “Rin. The demon slayer. I’ve heard of you — fierce and beautiful, they say. But the rumors don’t do you justice. Perhaps we started off wrong. I could use someone like you.”

“I wasn’t looking for work.” She turned to leave.

“Please,” he blurted, the bravado cracking. “Most of my men are farmers, not fighters. Volunteers. Truth is, they’ll be slaughtered before we reach the Western Mountains. I need your help.”

Rin glanced around. Old men, boys barely past childhood, one soldier leaning on a wooden crutch. Her jaw tightened.

“Damn it,” she muttered. “Fine. I’ll help. But your men get training first. And you’re paying for supplies.”

The warrior bowed low. “Of course.”

Rin sighed as she followed him back toward the camp. So much for my journey of self-discovery.

Chapter 6

Back in Edo…

“Kohaku, there you are!” Sango called as he dismounted Kirara and strode toward Kaede’s hut.

“With Rin gone and Inuyasha out of town, I’ve been holding down the village,” she said, her voice taut. “But a group of samurai came through a few days ago, looking to recruit men. They claim bandits and demons have joined forces in the Western Mountains — whole villages are being destroyed. I’ve already sent word to Inuyasha and Miroku.”

Kohaku’s jaw tightened. “I’ll gather my men and try to intercept them before they get too far.”

On the surface, bandits and low-level yokai weren’t unusual. But this… this felt different. The timing was too sharp, the threat too bold. And somewhere in his gut, a darker thought gnawed at him. Because the West was his territory. Rin had left not long ago, traveling alone. If fate was cruel, her path might already have crossed his, theirs, or both.

“Kirara!” he called, vaulting onto the great fire-cat’s back. Her tails flared, lifting them skyward.

“To the Demon Slayer village,” Kohaku ordered, gaze fixed on the horizon. “We’ll need every blade we can muster.”

Chapter 7: Training the “Troops”

“No! No! No! What are you doing? Don’t charge like that— and you, stop cowering in the corner!” Rin’s voice rang sharp across the training ground. After a week with Takashi’s so-called warriors, she was convinced it was a lost cause.

“Takashi!” she barked.

“Yes, young maiden?” he replied smoothly.

Rin rolled her eyes at the title. She could wipe out every man here in seconds, yet he still insisted on treating her as if she were some fragile damsel. “I told you not to call me that.”

“How big is this army of bandits and yokai?” she pressed.

“From what we’ve heard, maybe forty strong,” Takashi answered.

Rin’s mind raced. If I send word to Edo, Kohaku could rally the Demon Slayers. Our numbers would still be small, but with their strength—and a handful of men here who aren’t completely hopeless—we’d stand a real chance.

“New approach,” Rin announced. “We’re done wasting time on these recruits. I need only you, your trained samurai, and a messenger.”

“A messenger?” Takashi echoed.

“Yes. I’ll call on the Demon Slayers and our protectors in Edo. When I was a child, I watched them defeat Naraku himself. With them, this problem can be dealt with swiftly.”

Takashi’s eyes gleamed. Naraku? She was part of that? This woman grows more intriguing by the day.

Back in her tent, Rin found the stationary Takashi had provided. She wrote quickly, sending updates to her friends—letters full of humor, as if to downplay the truth of her frustration. Separate requests for aid went to Kohaku, Sango, Miroku, and Inuyasha and Kagome. She considered writing Sesshomaru too, but set the thought aside with a bitter flick of her wrist. He stopped replying years ago. Nothing has changed.

She handed the bundle to the messenger, who bowed before beginning the week-long ride to Edo and the Slayer village. Even so, Rin knew it would be nearly three weeks before help could possibly arrive. Too long.

“Oh, Kami,” she muttered, groaning as she slipped into the forest. “I might be in over my head. But there’s no turning back now.”

Under the shade of a maple tree, Rin sat weaving crowns from tiny white flowers—an old habit that never failed to steady her hands and calm her breath. She was so deep in thought she almost didn’t hear the footsteps.

“What an adorable crown,” Takashi teased as he stepped closer. “Our warrior princess does have a soft side.”

“Still on about your comrade?” Rin shot back with a hiss. “He was spying on me while I bathed. He’s lucky all I did was knock him unconscious.”

Takashi chuckled. “The poor fool only has one leg. You sent him flying into a boulder.” His gaze raked over her. “But who could blame him? You are… stunning.”

“Pft.” Rin snorted, fingers tightening around the flowers. “So foolish, you men. Lust blinds you. How many of your kind has it already cut down?”

“A fair point,” Takashi admitted, lowering himself to sit across from her. “But you’ll find I am not like most.” He offered his hand, and after a moment’s hesitation, Rin took it.

“What brings you here?” she asked.

“I saw you alone. I wanted to know more about the warrior who makes flower crowns in her spare time—the warrior who once played a part in Naraku’s downfall. Fate has a strange way of crossing paths.”

Rin looked away, her voice quiet. “There’s not much to tell. My family was slaughtered by bandits. My village abandoned me. A man showed me kindness and let me walk with him for a time. After Naraku fell, I settled in Edo—learned healing, learned to fight.” She left Sesshomaru’s name unspoken.

“A healer and a slayer,” Takashi mused, lips curling into a sly smile. “A talented little devil indeed.” His eyes glinted. “You know, I never got the proper chance to spar with you. Would you grant me a friendly rematch?”

Rin raised an eyebrow, smirk tugging at her lips. “Careful what you wish for.”

Chapter 8: Somewhere in the Western Lands

Summary:

More of a brief cutaway scene than a chapter.

Notes:

I want to get better at being more detailed so the next chapters will take a little bit more time. I hope to post 2-3 chapters a week.

Flashback

On a desolate battlefield, two warriors faced each other—each a master of their craft.

The first, a silver-haired daiyokai clad in white silk and gleaming armor, wielded a massive blade in one hand, its edge catching the pale light of day. The second, robed in black, moved with the fluid grace of a shadow, twin daggers flashing with lethal promise.

Steel clashed against steel, their strikes ringing across the empty plains. Sesshomaru’s blade—Bakusaiga—swept with devastating power, while his opponent, Mirinaka, slipped and darted with uncanny speed, parrying and evading by inches. Sparks lit the air, the earth itself bearing fresh scars from the fury of their battle.

Jaken watched from the sidelines, wide-eyed, as the fight tilted toward its inevitable end.

A final strike sent Mirinaka crashing to the ground, his daggers clattering from his hands. He lay battered, gasping, utterly spent beneath the looming shadow of Sesshomaru . The daiyokai raised Bakusaiga, poised for the killing blow—

And stopped.

“Take this chance and go,” Sesshomaru said, his voice cold and unyielding. “Set foot in my lands again, and I will end you.”

With that, he turned away, lifting into the air, leaving his enemy bloodied and broken in the dust.

Mirinaka’s body trembled with weakness, but his mind burned hot with rage. Abandoned on the edge of death, he clung to a single thought. One day, I will return this humiliation a hundredfold.

Chapter 9: Epiphany

Rin stood at the center of the makeshift dirt arena, the harsh sun beating down on her. Muscles tense, hair streaming in the wind, her gaze locked on the man before her.

“You can still yield, young maiden,” Takashi called smugly. “Last time you caught me off guard, but today you won’t be so lucky.”

Rin scoffed, drawing her practice katana. Around them, Takashi’s men jeered and shouted, their voices dripping with doubt. Snide remarks about women in combat carried through the air, but Rin dismissed them with a single thought. Ridiculous.

At the signal, Takashi charged. Rin met every strike with sharp precision, her blade flashing as steel rang against steel. His strength was undeniable—each blow heavy enough to stagger a lesser fighter. But Rin’s reflexes matched him, her movements fluid, their duel unfolding like a dangerous dance.

Still, she grew bored. When Takashi lunged, she ducked low, sweeping his ankles. He crashed to the ground, and in an instant she had him pinned, blade poised at his throat.

“Do you yield?” she asked, her smirk echoing his earlier bravado.

A hush fell over the watching men. Takashi looked up at her, lips curling. “You truly are remarkable, but—”

His hands snapped to her waist. In a flash, Rin was flipped onto her back, his weight pressing her down. With one hand, he restrained her; with the other, he drew a dagger to her throat. The blade nicked her skin, a bead of blood sliding down.

“Unlike the lesser males and yokai you’ve fought before,” he murmured, “I don’t lose so easily. Do you yield?”

But instead of anger, confusion flickered across Rin’s face. Her body shifted, slipping free from his hold. Rising, she studied him closely. How did I miss this? He’s… a hanyo .

“I suppose I don’t need to take it easy on you after all,” she said coolly.

Her kick came swift and high—Takashi barely dodged, stumbling from the force. Rin surged forward, flipping into motion. Her legs coiled around his neck, sending him crashing to the dirt. She pinned him firmly.

“Do you yield?”

Dazed, Takashi threw up his arms. “I yield.”

Rin released him and offered her hand. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a hanyo?”

He grunted as she helped him up. “So that’s why you hit me harder? I didn’t think it was worth disclosing. Few know, and I prefer it that way. Born without yōkai features, I could pass as human.” His eyes narrowed with curiosity. “But tell me, fair maiden—how did you see through me?”

Rin smiled faintly. “I’ve spent most of my life around demons and half-demons. Slayers are trained to sense auras. Yours felt… familiar.”

Takashi tilted his head. “Humor me then. What’s familiar about mine?”

“You’re half-inu, aren’t you?” Rin asked plainly.

“I am,” he admitted, smirking despite his limp. “But you’ve left me with more questions, Rin. Perhaps I’ll find the answers… under the maple tree.”

With that, he limped back toward his tent. Rin chuckled softly, shaking her head before skipping off toward the spring for a much-needed bath.

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Meanwhile

High above, flying toward the Western Mountains, Sesshomaru caught a trace of something faint yet unmistakable.

That scent…

Rin.

But why so far from Edo?

Without hesitation, Sesshomaru shifted course, moving so swiftly that Jaken and A-Un were left behind.

“Wait, milord! Where are you going?!” Jaken shouted, though he knew no answer would come.

Left with no choice, the imp guided A-Un toward a forest clearing below, muttering under his breath. “Left behind again…”

Notes:

Sorry about the italics I couldn’t get it to change back.

Chapter 10: Conversations of the Past

The cool night air brushed against Rin’s skin as she stepped from her tent, breathing in deeply. Her body ached from sparring with Takashi, and she hummed quietly to herself as she slipped through the forest toward her hidden spring. The thought of hot water against sore muscles filled her with anticipation.

Still, her mind circled back to their duel. How did he manage to mask his energy so completely? Surely his men must have sensed it… unless he’s kept it hidden from them too. And if he’s anything like Inuyasha, perhaps he was holding back. Testing me. Rin scoffed aloud at the idea. The nerve of him.

At last she reached the spring. She shed her clothes and slid into the steaming water with a sigh, letting it swallow her whole. Bathing oil in hand, she worked it into her arms and hair, humming faintly as she scrubbed. Her long hair tangled like a net in her fingers.

“I really should cut this mane,” she muttered with a sigh before tilting her head back. Above her, the stars glimmered against a black sky.

“Nights like these remind me so much of my lord,” she whispered. “I wonder if he still watches the stars too…”

Her chest tightened. Quickly she drew her knees in, scolding herself. “It’s been years, Rin. Move on.” The tears that welled refused to fall; she sank beneath the water instead, holding herself there until her lungs burned.

When she surfaced again, her relief soured. Someone was watching.

“Pervert!” she snapped, her voice sharp with disgust. “Leave before I kill you.”

“I swear, young maiden, my intentions were pure,” Takashi’s voice called gently from behind a boulder. “I only came because I smelled your scent… and your tears. Are you alright?”

The sincerity in his tone disarmed her. Rin exhaled, shoulders loosening. “I’m fine,” she answered curtly.

“You surprise me,” Takashi chuckled. “I didn’t think a warrior princess such as yourself could feel anything beyond indifference and pride.”

Rin’s lips pressed into a thin line. “…I learned long ago emotions serve little purpose before battle. They give your enemies a weapon.”

“Or,” Takashi countered softly, “they can be a source of strength. Humans especially—your emotions are what make you. They can forge power… or ruin. Forgive me if I overstep, but what sorrow weighs on you tonight?”

Rin hesitated. He’s given me no reason not to trust him. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and began.

She spoke of her family—the small hut, her mother humming at the stove, her father’s rough but kind hands, her brothers’ laughter. Then the screams. The fire. The bandits. How her mother shoved her under the laundry pile and how Rin watched her world destroyed. How she hid in silence for three days, unable to speak even when the villagers found her.

“For three years I didn’t speak a word,” Rin whispered. “I had no one. Then one day I found a wounded warrior. He wanted me gone, but I kept returning. I stole food for him once. The villagers caught me… beat me for it. When I returned bruised and bleeding, he asked me something no one else had. He asked me what happened.” Her voice softened. “It was such a small thing, but it felt like someone cared. For the first time since my family…”

Her words drifted as she smiled faintly. She told of the wolves, of being saved, of following him until she became his vassal. Of the gifts, the protection, the companionship. And then—his departure, leaving her with a village, never to return.

“The only regret I have,” she finished, “is not being able to say goodbye. Or thank him.”

Takashi’s voice came quietly. “Perhaps thanks was never what he sought. Perhaps he was the one thanking you. Even as a child, you offered him compassion—and for warriors, that can mean more than any blade.”

Rin’s gaze softened. “…Takashi, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask.”

“You want to know how I masked my energy,” he guessed.

She nodded.

He drew a breath. “Then listen. My father was once a high-ranking inuyokai, the most trusted general under the Lord of the West. On his patrols, he met my mother—a human woman. He said she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He tried to stay away, but love dragged him back again and again. When she fell pregnant, he wanted to claim her openly. But his lord despised such unions. If discovered, all three of us would have been executed.”

His voice darkened. “My mother died giving birth. My father raised me in secret, aided by a miko who taught him to mask my aura. In appearance, I was human. In strength, I was my father’s son. When I came of age, he sought his lord’s permission to keep me in the Western Kingdom. He was given an ultimatum: defeat his master or lose everything. He fought with honor—and was crushed. Stripped of title, of land. But my life was spared.”

Takashi’s jaw tightened. “I grew up on the outskirts of villages, training endlessly. Fifty years ago, I challenged the Lord of the West myself. He humiliated me. Since then, I’ve lived for the day I can take revenge and restore my family’s name.”

The silence stretched.

At last Rin spoke, voice steady. “The pain of the past—we both know it well. But vengeance will not heal it. What’s lost remains lost. The true defiance is to keep living. To show those who tried to break us that they failed. I don’t believe your father wanted revenge, Takashi. He wanted you—your life, your future. Not a title. Not bloodshed. That choice alone tells me the path you walk now is the one he would be proud of.”

Takashi said nothing. He only turned, slipping back into the shadows of the forest, leaving Rin with the quiet song of the spring and the stars above.

Chapter 11

“Inuyasha!” Kohaku called in relief as Kirara touched down. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you two.”

“Hmph. Sorry about that,” Inuyasha grumbled, shooting Miroku a glare. “If it weren’t for a certain lecher, we’d have been back to Edo days ago.”

“Now, now,” Miroku replied with a sly grin. “As I’ve explained before, we both have growing families. What sort of man would I be if I didn’t ensure our wives and children were well provided for?”

“Scamming villagers isn’t what makes a good provider, you idiot.” Inuyasha snapped, ears twitching.

“Anyway,” Miroku smoothed over with a cough, “what brings you here, Kohaku?”

Kohaku’s tone turned grave. “There’s an army of bandits and yokai ravaging villages along the Western Mountains. Sango told me samurai passed through Edo a few weeks ago, recruiting men to fight. I thought it worth catching up to them.”

Miroku’s brow furrowed. “Wasn’t Rin heading west? What are the chances she’s gotten caught up in this?”

“Knowing Rin…” Kohaku hesitated, the worry plain in his voice, “she probably joined them. Which makes this even more urgent.”

“Tch. If Rin’s with them, then it’s fine,” Inuyasha said with a flash of pride. “She could probably wipe out that whole army by herself.”

“True,” Kohaku admitted, “but it isn’t a fight she should shoulder alone. I’ll head to Edo, gather my best from the slayer village, and meet you both there.” With that, he urged Kirara skyward again.

Miroku watched him vanish into the distance. “Do you really think Rin will be alright?” he asked quietly.

Inuyasha’s expression hardened. “She’s one of our best. But the last thing we need is Kohaku losing his head over her. If he wants to protect Rin, he’ll need to stay smart and fight with strategy—not just his heart.”

With that, Inuyasha adjusted Tessaiga at his side and continued walking, determination in his stride.

Chapter 12: Setting the Trap

Whimpers, cries, and screams filled the village square. Flames consumed homes, their smoke thick with the stench of charred flesh. The air was so fouled that even scents blurred together.

Demons and bandits herded the survivors into the open. Men were the first to fall, heads severed without hesitation. The women were inspected like cattle — those deemed “desirable” set aside for pleasure, the rest cast aside. Children and the weak were thrown into cages, destined to be sold or enslaved.

At the edge of the square, an ogre yokai gnawed on the remains of one of the village protectors, crimson dripping down its chin.

And in the shadows, Mirinaka watched.

This was only the beginning. Soon, these captives would serve him as laborers, a symbol of his dominance once he claimed the Western Lands. He smiled, knowing Sesshomaru must already sense the growing trail of carnage. That was the point. The trap was set.

A grin crept wider across his face. She would never see him coming. Hidden in plain sight, folded neatly into her ragtag “army” of farmers and peasants, he had studied her every move. She had bested his men, yes—but Mirinaka was no ordinary opponent.

He chuckled to himself. “She thinks she’s clever. Hiding half-truths, concealing her past. But everyone knows the story—the human girl revived by the Lord of the West, kept at his side as though she belonged there.”

It wasn’t hard to piece together. Her loyalty betrayed her. Her care in keeping Sesshomaru’s name veiled only confirmed the bond.

“What greater victory,” he whispered darkly, “than to take what that arrogant dog values most?”

He would humiliate him. Break him. Strip away everything he claimed to rule over. And when it was done, the girl would be his prize—the living proof of Sesshomaru’s failure.

For some wounds, vengeance was not only the answer. It was the only truth left to live for.

Chapter 13: A Meeting in Edo

“Inuyasha!” Kagome’s voice rang out as she spotted him approaching. Relief softened her tone at first—only to sharpen into frustration. “We’ve been waiting for you! What happened?”

“Don’t blame me!” Inuyasha snapped back, ears flattening. “That greedy monk kept dragging us door to door, swindling villagers. And is that really how you greet me? I’ve been gone for almost a month—the least you could do is say hello to your husband.”

“Oh, now you care about formalities?” Kagome shot back. “You couldn’t even send a letter?”

“Tch. The monk was sending Sango updates! Why repeat the same thing twice? Obviously, if he’s alive, then so am I. What’s got you so worked up?”

Their bickering grew louder, so tangled in words they almost missed the shift in the air—the heavy pulse of a demonic aura approaching fast.

“After all these years,” a cold voice cut through the argument, “you would think one might grow tired of such petty squabbles, little brother.”

Sesshomaru emerged, silver hair gleaming, his presence silencing the square. Kagome instinctively stepped behind Inuyasha as he unsheathed Tessaiga, his scowl biting. “Well, look who decided to show his pretty-boy face. Thought you’d vanished for good.”

Ignoring the jab, Sesshomaru’s gaze swept the area. “I do not smell her.”

“Rin?” Kagome murmured.

“That’s because she ain’t here,” Inuyasha answered. “She left Edo over a month ago.”

Sesshomaru’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, she left? I entrusted you and the old priestess with her care. How incompetent must you be to lose track of a child? Do you not realize the dangers she faces now?” His voice cracked like thunder, making Shippo cower behind Sango.

Inuyasha barked a laugh. “Twelve years, and you still don’t get it. Rin’s twenty now. She’s no child. Strongest slayer after Sango and Kohaku—more than capable of handling herself. I wouldn’t worry about your ‘ward.’”

Sesshomaru’s gaze drifted over the bustling village—the faces older, hardened. Kagome by Inuyasha’s side. Sango and Miroku, steadier, more seasoned. Even Shippo, taller and sharper-eyed. Time had passed them all by, but for a daiyokai, years were little more than a breath. His expression stayed unreadable, though something stirred beneath it.

“Lord Sesshomaru?” a familiar voice called. Sesshomaru turned to see Kohaku approaching. The boy he once knew was gone—replaced by a broad-shouldered man, hair golden-brown and brushing his shoulders, his presence grounded by years of battle.

“It has been some time, sir,” Kohaku said respectfully. “Have you come seeking news of the yokai and bandits in the Western Mountains?”

“They are of no concern to me,” Sesshomaru replied curtly. “I followed Rin’s scent there. Why is she not in Edo, where she belongs?”

Kohaku’s gaze steadied. “Because Rin chose her own path. She’s spent her life doing what others thought was best for her. Now she’s finally making choices for herself. She’s become a kind, fierce woman who puts others before herself. Who were we to deny her free will?”

Sesshomaru caught the way Kohaku spoke of her, though he said nothing.

Just then, one of Kohaku’s men rushed forward. “Sir! A messenger delivered this—it’s from Lady Rin. He said it was urgent.”

Kohaku unfolded the letter and read aloud:

My dearest friends,
I hope this letter finds you well. Forgive the delay in writing. On the first day of my journey, I met a group of samurai recruiting soldiers. Bandits and yokai have been ravaging villages in the Western Mountains, and they begged my aid after I disarmed their commander. Imagine his nerve, mistaking me for a damsel in distress. I’ll tell you more later.
But this is urgent: the men I’ve been training—Takashi’s men—are not ready. If I lead them into battle as they are, they’ll meet swift defeat. By the time you read this, we’ll already be marching to meet the enemy. Our base is at the foot of the Western Mountains. If you come, that’s where you’ll find us.
If I fall, do not weep for me. I have no regrets. For the first time, I act by my own choice. Thank you—for everything.

Until we meet again,
Rin

The group fell silent. Sesshomaru’s composure never faltered, but the words cut deeper than he cared to show. She sounded older. Certain. Far from the child he had once guarded.

“The fastest route is by flight,” Sesshomaru said finally. “On foot you will be too late. Fox-demon, you can fly—carry the monk and slayer. Inuyasha, the priestess will ride with me. Kohaku, can your men take flight?”

“Yes. We have Kirara and Hachiemon,” Kohaku confirmed.

“Then prepare. We leave within the hour.”

“What? Like hell I’m flying with you! And my wife isn’t sitting on another man’s back!” Inuyasha roared.

“Inuyasha, sit!” Kagome’s command dropped him face-first into the dirt. “Grow up! You think Sesshomaru wants to carry us? Rin needs us now—your pride can wait. And another thing—you don’t own me. I’ll sit wherever I want.” She stormed off, leaving Inuyasha sputtering and scrambling after her.

Miroku, Sango, and Shippo moved to ready the villagers, leaving Kohaku alone with Sesshomaru.

“You love her, don’t you?” Sesshomaru asked quietly, his back still turned.

Kohaku’s jaw tightened. “I do. But… even after all this time, I think her heart belongs to another.”

He walked away to rally his men, leaving Sesshomaru to ponder what those words might mean.

Chapter 14: The Village

Silence. Deafening silence.

The air was still as Rin led what remained of their “troops” westward. Weeks of training had brought them to this moment, though the weight of loss hung heavy over every step. It had been days since Rin last saw Takashi. He’d slipped away in the night with a handful of men, leaving only a message: he was securing a perimeter around the village where the bandits and demons were last seen. Bold, perhaps—but reckless. Why keep half his forces in the dark? Why exclude her?

Rin followed, but unease lingered.

The earth beneath her boots was soft, mud clinging with every step. A creeping fog curled low as they neared the base of the Western Mountains.

“We’ll set up camp here,” Rin ordered. “Hiroto.”

“Yes, my lady.”

She bit back an eye-roll at the formality. “Take five men. We’re going to catch up with Takashi, then decide our next move.”

They set out along the trail. The mountains loomed larger with each step—two miles, maybe less, to the rallying point. But something was wrong.

Too quiet.

No birdsong. No rustling game. The summer trees stood bare, the earth charred black. Then the stench hit her—smoke and burned flesh. Rin slipped on her mask.

“Stay back,” she warned.

Kusarigama in hand, she stilled herself, listening. Not even the whisper of a mouse. The silence pressed in on her ears. Trusting her instincts, she signaled her men to form up. They advanced cautiously toward the village.

Bodies lay scattered—decapitated samurai. Burnt frames of houses smoldered, skeletal against the gray fog.

“What happened here?” one of her men whispered. “Where’s Takashi?”

Before Rin could answer, the ground rumbled. A herd of flame bulls burst from the treeline, charging. Rin dodged, but several men went down, their bodies consumed in fire before they could rise.

Her chains sang as the kusarigama blades whipped outward, enlarging mid-flight and slicing through the beasts. A thunderous roar followed from deeper in the forest.

An ambush.

“Retreat!” Rin cried.

The survivors scrambled back, but she didn’t move. “Go! I’ll find Takashi!”

She sprinted deeper into the ruined village, ducking beneath a shattered wagon. Her pulse steadied, her breaths measured. From her sleeve, she drew a vial of herbs and swallowed—masking her human scent. If she could slow her heartbeat, she might pass unnoticed.

The ground shook.

A massive ogre stalked into the square, the source of the roar. “Where did they go?” he bellowed.

“Not far,” hissed a snake yōkai at his side.

The ogre—Nobutoshi—called out. Three more demons emerged: dragon, wolf, panther. “Osuke, Shuta, Ryu. Hunt down the soldiers. Do as you like with them—but bring me the girl. Master’s orders. Fail, and you die.”

They obeyed, vanishing into the trees with terrifying speed.

Alone now, Nobutoshi circled. Rin’s grip tightened on her weapon. Now or never.

She slipped from her cover, chains rattling as she struck. They whipped around the ogre’s ankles, pulling hard until he crashed to the ground.

“You insolent wench!” he roared, thrashing. “To hell with the Master—I’ll rip you apart myself. And before I’m done, I’ll—”

His words ended in a wet explosion. His head burst apart in a spray of gore.

Rin froze. Slowly, she approached, crouching beside the twitching corpse.

“Finding good help is so difficult, don’t you agree… Lady Rin? Or should I say—the ward of the Lord of the West?”

The voice slid through the smoke, familiar yet darker. Rin’s stomach turned cold.

“Takashi…?”

From the haze he stepped forward, demons and bandits fanning out behind him.

“Tak—” Her cry cut short as a blow struck her from behind. Pain flared white-hot, and the world went black.

Unseen by any of them, a small green imp cowered in the shadows, eyes wide, having witnessed it all.

Chapter 15

“Sesshomaru! I’m picking up Rin’s scent from that clearing!” Inuyasha shouted, clinging to his brother’s transformed back. The daiyokai speed surged, carrying the hanyo and Kagome while Kohaku and the others followed close behind.

As they descended, Inuyasha leapt from Sesshomaru’s back and sprinted toward the makeshift base. His sudden arrival threw the camp into chaos—soldiers scrambling, bows raised, convinced the approaching demons and their companions were enemies.

“Inuyasha, wait!” Kohaku called. He caught up and stepped forward, raising a hand. “Let me speak before this turns into bloodshed—and your brother kills them all.”

Kohaku projected his voice. “We mean no harm! We received a letter from Rin and have come to offer aid.”

A large man pushed through the ranks. “If that’s true, show us the letter.”

Kohaku slipped it from his sleeve and handed it over. The man read, then chuckled softly. “This is hers. She and Takashi didn’t start smoothly, but… she’s unlike anyone we’ve ever seen. Forgive us—neither she nor Takashi are here. We fear something may have happened.”

“What do you mean she’s not here?” Inuyasha barked.

“Rin took a few scouts as soon as we reached the mountains’ base. She ordered the rest of us to build camp while they searched for Takashi. He’s our general. He left days earlier with men to survey a nearby village, but when we arrived at the rally point, they were gone. She’s been missing for hours.”

Before more could be said, frantic cries cut across the camp. Injured soldiers staggered in—bloodied, some carried on makeshift stretchers.

“Yuto! What happened?” the large man demanded.

“We were ambushed,” Yuto panted. “The village was destroyed. We formed up, hoping to find Takashi, but in the square… flame bulls struck. They burned men alive. Rin—she saved the rest of us, cut them down like nothing I’ve ever seen.” His eyes shone with awe.

Kohaku and Inuyasha exchanged proud grins.

“But then a roar—monstrous, from the forest. She must have known worse was coming. She ordered us to retreat. But when I looked back… she was running deeper into the village.”

Sesshomaru’s voice cut like ice. “So instead of fighting beside her, you abandoned her?”

Yuto straightened, unflinching. “We followed orders. With respect, my lord, Rin is not someone you cross. Ask Botan.”

Laughter rippled through the camp as a one-legged soldier flushed crimson. Kohaku ignored it and turned to Sesshomaru . “My lord, how do you wish to proceed?”

Before Sesshomaru could answer, a shrill voice pierced the air. “Miiiii Lord! It’s Rin! They’ve taken Rin!”

Jaken tumbled from Ah-Un’s back, bowing low at Sesshōmaru’s feet.

Sesshomaru’s gaze fixed on him. “Jaken.”

“I-I was in the forest, hiding from demons overhead. I found shelter in a ruined village and saw it all. Men encircled—slaughtered—until a long-haired woman cut them down with her magic blades. Her strength, my lord—indescribable. Then the ogre came, roaring, with dozens more demons close behind. She ordered the men to flee and concealed herself under a wagon. The ogre sent three beasts after the soldiers, commanded they kill everyone and bring ‘the girl’ back to their master. He never knew she was there.

“She struck him down herself—but before she could finish him, another appeared. A terrifying man. The ogre’s head exploded. He… he called her Rin, your ward. Then she was struck from behind and carried off.”

Jaken pressed his forehead to the dirt, eyes squeezed shut, bracing for his lord’s wrath.

Instead, the ground convulsed as wind ripped through the camp. Light flared—Sesshomaru’s form stretching, twisting—until the great dog demon towered above. With a deafening snarl, he launched toward the village.

“Mii Lord! Don’t leave me with them!” Jaken squealed, scrambling after him.

Sango helped Kohaku to his feet. “What’s the plan?”

Kohaku steadied himself. “You, Miroku, Kagome—stay. If Jaken’s right, those demons will be here soon. Inuyasha, my men, and I will take Kirara and back Sesshomaru up. Once we reach the village, I’ll send her back for you. Ride her here, regroup, and we’ll move from there.”

Sango gripped her brother’s hand, then pulled him into a brief embrace. “Understood. Be safe.”

Chapter 16: Come Alone

Sesshomaru, Inuyasha, Kohaku, and the slayers reached the village where Rin had last been seen. The stench of decay and charred wood hung thick, masking her scent beneath smoke and blood. Blackened beams jutted from the earth like broken bones, the remains of once-living homes.

“Jaken,” Sesshomaru called.

The imp scrambled forward, nearly tripping over his own feet. “Y-Yes, mii lord?”

“Show us where you last saw Rin.”

“At once!” Jaken squeaked, scuttling ahead. He led them into the village square where the headless corpse of a massive green ogre sprawled, just as he had described.

“Over here!” a slayer shouted.

Kohaku, Sesshomaru , and Inuyasha rushed to him. The man held out Rin’s filter mask and utility belt, streaked with ash.

“Where’s her kusarigama?” Inuyasha demanded.

“It’s not here,” the slayer replied.

Kohaku frowned. “Why take her weapon unless they feared what she could do with it?”

Sesshomaru said nothing. His golden eyes swept the battlefield. Even without words, the truth was plain: had he not known Rin’s skill, he might never have believed she alone felled the flame bulls littering the village. A flicker of thought touched him—just how much had she changed since he left her?

His reflection was cut short by a sudden gale. The slayers drew their blades, tense, while Sesshomaru only narrowed his eyes. The demonic aura was unmistakable.

A puppet materialized before them, its presence suffused with malice.

“Sesshomaru,” it crooned. “It has been far too long.”

Sesshomaru's voice was cold steel. “What have you done with Rin, Mirinaka?”

“Ah, so you do remember me.” The puppet’s grin widened. “How flattering. Do not worry—your ward lives. If you wish her to remain unharmed, you will meet me at your father’s former shiro. Alone.”

His gaze swept to the others. “As for the rest of you—I suggest you scurry back to your wives and your farmers. My army will arrive any moment to join Osuke, Shuta, and Ryu.” The puppet laughed, cruel and hollow, before dissolving into smoke.

Without a word, Sesshomaru vanished in a flash of white light.

“Wait for me, miiii lord!” Jaken wailed, stumbling after.

“Kagome!” Inuyasha barked, already sprinting toward camp.

Kohaku clenched his fists, torn. Miroku’s hand fell on his shoulder. “I’m not asking you to choose between Rin and Sango. Sesshomaru will bring her back. But if that puppet spoke true, more demons are coming. If we don’t return now, we risk losing them both.”

Kohaku’s jaw tightened, but he gave a curt nod. “Kirara.”

The great cat crouched low. “Take us back to camp,” Kohaku ordered.

With a growl and a sweep of her wings, Kirara lifted them into the smoke-thick sky.

Chapter 17: Identity Revealed

“Ow… my head.” Rin groaned, blinking against the haze clouding her vision. Memories rushed back in fragments—the ambush, the ogre, Takashi’s face turning strange, unfamiliar.

She tried to move, only to feel cold iron bite into her wrists. Chains clinked as she struggled. “What the hell? Where am I?”

“Ah… you’re finally awake.”

Her eyes snapped to the voice. Takashi stepped from the shadows, though his smile was far darker than she remembered.

“Takashi—what’s going on? Why am I chained to the wall?” Rin demanded, her voice sharp with anger.

He approached slowly, grasping her chin between his fingers. “I suppose I owe you an explanation. An apology, even. It was never my intent to harm you.” His lips curled. “You have simply been… useful. A pawn in a much greater plan.”

His voice dropped. “My name is not Takashi. I am Mirinaka. Fifty years ago, Sesshomaru humiliated me in battle—spared my life as if I were pitiful. I swore that would be the last time he looked down on me.”

Rin tried to wrench free, but he held her fast as he spoke.

“I studied, I planned. I took a page from that pathetic Onigumo, yet unlike Naraku I was already half-demon. I pushed further, reshaped myself into a true demon. And when Naraku fell, I continued where he left off—consuming power piece by piece. Do you remember the last of the Thunder Brothers? Soten? I promised her training, whispered of greatness. When her guard was down, I killed her and devoured her power. That ogre whose head exploded? That was me, flexing what I’d taken.”

He released her chin, pacing slowly before the chains. “For years, I gathered strength—hunting down yokai, consuming their gifts. And men flocked to me too. Cast-offs, outcasts, all eager to kneel before the one who would bring down the arrogant Lord of the West.”

Rin’s eyes narrowed. “So all this—your soldiers, the raids—it was just bait?”

He smirked. “Exactly. And you, my dear, are the perfect lure. For all his icy detachment, Sesshomaru’s vassals made no secret of his weakness—you. Time and again he risked his life for a fragile human girl. Do you realize what that makes you worth?”

“You’re delusional if you think you can kill him,” Rin spat. “And I’d rather die than be your bride.”

She jerked forward and spat in his face. His hand snapped across her cheek, the sting immediate.

“How… unlady-like.” His tone dripped venom. “But you’ll learn. You’ll learn to love me—or watch everyone you care for burn. That quaint little village of yours? Still standing only because I allow it. Defy me, and I’ll make it a ruin.”

He unclasped something from his neck and slipped it over hers, a cold weight settling against her skin. A jade pendant gleamed against her collar.

“An engagement gift,” Mirinaka said smugly. “It belonged to my mother. Fitting for the future Lady of the West.” His hand cupped her cheek again, mockingly gentle.

Rin glared, then kicked at him—only for the chains to wrench her back.

“You will learn to love me,” he said, voice cold as steel.

Rin opened her mouth to curse him when the earth itself trembled. A long, thunderous howl split the air, echoing through the stone walls of her prison.

Mirinaka’s eyes gleamed. “Ah. Our guest of honor has arrived.”

He turned toward the door. “Guards! See that she does not escape.”

Two hulking ogres lumbered into place before her cell. Mirinaka gave Rin one last smug smile before striding away, his footsteps fading as the chains rattled in her ears.

Chapter 18: Confrontation

Sesshomaru wasted no time with the demons guarding Mirinaka’s fortress. He cut through them without hesitation, Bakusaiga flashing with each decisive stroke.

“Jaken,” he called, his back still turned as another corpse fell.

The imp stumbled up, wheezing. “Y–yes, mi lord?”

“Find Rin.” Sesshomaru’s tone left no room for failure.

Jaken paled. He knew if he failed, his master’s hand would be the last thing he ever saw. With a frantic nod, he scurried off toward the castle.

“How touching,” a dark voice mocked behind him.

Sesshomaru turned, eyes narrowing as his opponent stepped into view. The Mirinaka of fifty years ago had been nearly human in appearance. Now his form was grotesquely altered—horns curling like a bat demon’s, a lightning-shaped scar burning across his brow, raven-black hair, skin darkened and rough, eyes bottomless with hatred.

“What is it you want, Mirinaka?” Sesshomaru asked evenly.

“No greetings? No courtesies?” Mirinaka sneered. “Very well. You will relinquish your title as Lord of the West. Your head will serve as proof when I claim what should have been mine all along.”

“You believe scavenging scraps of other demons makes you worthy?” Sesshomaru scoffed.

Mirinaka’s smile thinned. “I have had fifty years to prepare. And I have more to bargain with than strength alone. I offer you a trade—your life, for hers.”

Sesshomaru’s brow arched, though his silence seethed.

“She is beautiful,” Mirinaka continued, “and one of the fiercest humans I’ve ever crossed blades with. She will make a splendid Lady of the West. With you gone, she’ll have the future she deserves—by my side.”

Sesshomaru’s voice cut through him like ice. “Even if you succeed in killing me, Rin would sooner die than be bound to you. Fear does not rule her, nor does death. Harm those she holds dear, and she will end you herself. But none of this concerns me. My purpose here remains the same as it was fifty years ago: if you dared set foot in my lands again, I would kill you. That promise, I intend to keep. You were unworthy then. You are unworthy now.”

Thunder cracked in Mirinaka’s laughter. “I will savor your death, Sesshomaru . For too long you’ve walked this land as if you were above gods themselves. But today you bleed, and you die.”

He unsheathed Rin’s kusarigama, its blades gleaming wickedly. “How poetic—your end delivered by your ward’s weapon. I must ask her one day how she came by such fine demon-forged steel.”

Sesshomaru’s eyes narrowed. He would remember to have words with Totosai later. With a flick of his wrist, Bakusaiga was ready.

The two clashed, the impact shaking the courtyard like an earthquake. Mirinaka laughed as he pulled back, thrusting his weapon skyward.

A vast dome of violet light erupted, enclosing them. “This barrier drains you, Sesshomaru . Slowly, your power seeps into me. Soon, even your poison will be nothing. And when Rin arrives—as I know she will—she will face the same fate.”

The dog demon said nothing, only tightened his grip as the pressure of the barrier pressed in.

Mirinaka’s form writhed, expanding grotesquely. Tentacles lashed out as his body warped into a monstrous kraken, Rin’s kusarigama still gripped in his hand. Black clouds churned overhead, thunder cracking within the dome.

Lightning struck. Sesshomaru staggered as the blows crashed into him, slamming him into the ground. Tentacles pinned him, spikes digging deep, blood seeping through his armor.

“You suffer now only a fraction of what I endured because of you,” Mirinaka hissed, sending another surge of lightning through Sesshomaru's body. Acid from a green whip sizzled into his flesh, the air thick with its stench.

Yet Sesshomaru’s face betrayed nothing. His jaw tightened, but no cry left his lips.

“Won’t you even scream?” Mirinaka mocked. “Then I will imagine it myself.” He raised the kusarigama high. “No last words? How fitting. You will not even see your little human before I claim your head.”

Pinned to the ground, spikes biting deeper, Sesshomaru’s gaze never wavered. But his eyes flicked—just once—toward a familiar scent rushing nearer.

Mirinaka did not notice. “Still so proud, even at death’s door. Very well. Let us end this.”

The kusarigama came down with lethal force—only to crash against a sudden blaze of blue light.

A ringing clash echoed through the dome.

Mirinaka froze, staring in disbelief. Rin stood between them, Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi glowing in her hands, holding his blades at bay.

“Impossible!” he snarled.

Sesshomaru’s eyes softened ever so slightly.

“Lord Sesshomaru,” Rin said, voice steady, “I trust you’ve fared well enough.”

Her gaze shifted upward, a fierce smile curving her lips as she met Mirinaka’s monstrous form.

Chapter 19: Red Thread of Fate

“I cannot believe that foolish girl has once again put Lord Sesshomaru’s life at risk,” Jaken muttered, crouched low in the shrubs. His beady eyes darted toward the ruined palace, where a handful of yokai guards still lingered. “This place is enormous—how am I supposed to find her?”

The faint rattle of chains pulled his gaze toward a barred window near the lower wall. Scurrying closer, he heard a woman’s muffled grunts.

“Aghh!” Rin cried as she struggled against the shackles binding her wrists. Her voice broke with frustration. “Just my luck. After all these years, the first time we cross paths again, and I still need him to save me.” Tears streaked her face as she sagged against the wall. “All my training, all my effort—and I’m still helpless. I may have doomed him. I may have doomed them all. I’ll never marry Mirinaka, but my refusal may cost every life I hold dear.”

She bowed her head. “Kami above, if ever I needed your strength, it is now.”

The jade necklace around her throat glowed. Rin gasped, her body stiffening as her eyes turned white.

Darkness engulfed her. A distant, glowing tree drew her forward, each step lighting beneath her feet.

“Rin,” a voice greeted gently. “It has been a long time. You may not remember—we met only briefly when you were a child. My sister raised you well.”

Her eyes widened. “Kikyo?”

“You are in a veil between realms,” the tree explained. “That necklace belonged to a powerful miko of the East. She has answered your plea.”

A softer voice echoed behind her. Turning, Rin beheld a radiant couple: an inuyokai in lacquered armor, and a shrine maiden with flowing curls. Both bowed deeply.

“We are Mirinaka’s parents,” the man said. His voice carried both sorrow and steel. “Our son has surrendered wholly to hatred. He dishonors us, and the lands we cherished.”

“But—aren’t you angry? Aren’t you on his side?” Rin asked.

“As you once told him, vengeance yields nothing,” the inuyokai replied. “He was born the night Toga fell, and in his grief he blamed the wrong things. I wished to ask Sesshomaru then to accept the very life my son cursed. He was still but a pup, untested, yet I saw promise in him. Touga and I believed in his potential—and strangely enough, his true growth began the day he met you.”

He drew a blade and presented it reverently. “This sword is yours. Only one pure of heart may wield it. With it, you may sever the red thread of fate that binds him to us. That is the only way to free him.”

“The red thread?” Rin asked softly.

“You must perceive both the physical and spirit realms,” Mirinaka’s mother said. “Trust your instincts—you will know it when you see it.”

A thunderous boom shook the veil. Their forms flickered.

“You must hurry,” the inuyokai urged. “If Sesshomaru falls, there will be no stopping our son. The necklace will carry you through the barrier.”

The vision dissolved. Rin blinked back to the cold stone cell—just in time to hear a familiar, shrill voice.

“Rin! Foolish girl! What mess have you dragged us into now?” Jaken squawked from the barred window.

“Master Jaken,” Rin snapped, “distract the guards while I get free. If Mirinaka kills Sesshomaru, we are all finished.”

The imp puffed up. “Hmph! Lord Sesshomaru needs no help from the likes of you! But fine—I’ll deal with those brutes. Just hurry!” He waddled off, staff in hand.

Rin smirked faintly. “Some things never change.”

Working her wrists, she twisted until sweat slicked the iron, spat on the cuffs for leverage, and forced her hands through. She dropped to the floor, then repeated the struggle until both arms were free. As she steadied herself, Jaken’s muffled shrieks rang down the hall.

“Prepare to face the might of my two-headed staff!” he cried—followed quickly by a yelp.

Rin slumped back against the wall, feigning despair. “Oh, Kami, you’ve forsaken me! My friends are torn apart, and only Master Jaken remains to save me!” she wailed theatrically.

The ogres outside snorted. “We’ll see about that.” They stomped away.

Rin’s eyes darted across the cell—and froze on the katana from her vision, gleaming faintly in the corner. Her hand closed around it. A surge of power coursed through her, cloaking her in blue light.

Instinct moved her hand. She leveled the blade at the barred door. The weapon pulsed—and exploded in white fire.

The cell was open.

“Stop right there!” one of the ogres barked.

Rin charged, blade flashing. The demon split in two, collapsing at her feet. She burst into the hall, where Jaken panted beside the charred remains of the other.

“Well done, Master Jaken!” Rin cried, scooping him up in a grateful hug.

“Unhand me, wretched girl!” Jaken screeched, flailing.

“Fine, fine,” Rin grinned. “But we need to reach the barrier.”

Outside, the corpses of dozens of demons littered the ground—Sesshomaru’s work. He was close.

“Rin!”

She turned. Inuyasha and Kohaku rushed toward her. Kohaku caught her in a fierce embrace. “You’re safe,” he breathed.

“And you’re alive,” Rin replied, relief softening her features.

“Those weaklings they sent to the camp? Already dealt with. Sango, Kagome, and Miroku are tending the injured,” Inuyasha explained. Then his eyes narrowed on the massive purple dome rising ahead. “What the hell is that?”

“A barrier,” Rin said grimly. “Mirinaka’s. No one can enter—except me. This necklace will let me through. His parents gave me this blade and told me to cut his red thread of fate. It’s the only way to end this.”

“Rin, that’s insane! You don’t know what’ll happen in there,” Kohaku pleaded.

She cupped his cheek gently. “If Sesshomaru falls, everything is lost. Mirinaka will burn the West, and beyond. I can’t let that happen.”

Kohaku’s voice cracked. “Sesshomaru won’t fall. Let this be his fight.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Inuyasha muttered. “I can smell blood—and it’s his.”

Rin hugged Inuyasha tightly, then turned to Kohaku. She kissed him deeply, hands trembling but resolute.

“Whatever happens, thank you for always being there for me,” she whispered.

Kohaku pressed her filter mask into her hands. “Then kick his ass, Rin. And remember—I love you.”

With a final nod, Rin donned the mask, tightened her grip on the glowing sword, and stepped into the barrier’s purple light.

Chapter 20: Enter the Barrier

Notes:

Sorry this took so long midterms are kicking my butt 😭

The moment Rin stepped into the dome, a violent gust nearly knocked her off her feet. Debris swirled through the air, hurled by the storm of energy inside. She tugged her mask tighter—grateful to Kohaku—when the acrid miasma burned at her lungs.

A low, menacing echo rumbled through the chaos. She couldn’t make out the words, but she knew it was Mirinaka.

Inuyasha was right. Sesshomaru’s bleeding. There’s no time.

Rin sprinted toward the voice, weaving left and right to avoid flying wreckage. When larger chunks of stone came crashing toward her, she drew the gifted sword, cleaving them in two as she pressed forward.

Through the haze, the scene emerged. A massive, tentacled monstrosity loomed, a kusarigama raised high above a crumpled figure in white. Sesshomaru .

Rin’s chest seized. Not again. Not because of me.

“Let’s end this, shall we?” Mirinaka’s voice boomed.

Blue light flared around Rin, lifting her as though weightless. You will not fight alone, came the whisper of Mirinaka’s mother.

Undetected, Rin leapt onto one of the writhing tentacles. With a flash of steel, she blocked the descending blow.

“Lord Sesshomaru,” she called down, masking her anguish with a smile, “I trust you’ve fared well.”

Sesshomaru’s golden eyes flicked up at her, blood staining his robes.

“Impossible!” Mirinaka roared, recoiling as he recognized the blade she held. “How did you—where did you find my father’s sword?”

“From your parents,” Rin replied, her voice steady. “They asked me to end this—to end you. They loved you enough to want your soul freed, but you’ve disgraced their memory. Your only redemption is death.”

Mirinaka straightened, rage twisting his face. “Their weakness will not taint me. My vengeance restores what was stolen from us. The West will be mine—and your Lord’s head my prize.” His tone darkened, almost mocking. “Pity. You would have made a fitting queen.”

“I’ve turned down better offers,” Rin snapped, sliding the sword back into its scabbard. Her gaze sharpened. “But I will take back what’s mine.”

With a sharp cry, she summoned her kusarigama. The weapon flew into her hands as if called by instinct.

Mirinaka sneered. “It obeys you still? Impressive—but futile.”

“It belongs to me,” Rin answered coldly. “It answers no master but me, while I still draw breath.”

She launched herself off the tentacle, chains rattling as the blades spun into a deadly arc.

The blue aura surrounding her flared brighter, feeding the weapon. Her kusarigama’s blades swelled in size, gleaming with raw demonic power.

She hurled them at the tentacle pinning Sesshomaru. The steel tore clean through, severing it at the root. Mirinaka howled as the limb dissolved in gore.

Two more tentacles crashed down toward her. Rin dove aside, rolling to her feet, and swung the chains wide. Running in a circle, she wrapped Mirinaka in a tightening coil of steel. With a sharp pull, the ground itself trembled—the necklace amplifying her strength until the monster was dragged to his knees.

“I did it,” Rin whispered. Now what—

A sudden jolt ripped through the chains. Electricity surged along them and into her body. Her scream was torn from her throat as the shock hurled her backward. She hit the ground hard, pain splintering through every bone.

The chains still bound him. Yet Mirinaka shed his monstrous shape, shrinking into his humanoid form—one arm severed, blood dripping.

“You bitch!” he spat, charging. His kick slammed into Rin’s ribs, knocking the air from her lungs. “I’ll make your death slow. You’ll beg for it.”

Rin rolled just as his boot struck again, scrambling upright, sword raised.

“You still stand?” Mirinaka laughed, regrowing his lost arm with a wet crack. “Most cannot even breathe after my lightning. You are remarkable—remarkably foolish.” He lunged, blade first.

A whip of green light snapped through the air. It wrapped his body and flung him to the ground, sizzling venom burning into his flesh.

“Rin.”

She turned. Sesshomaru hovered above, robes soaked crimson, expression as unyielding as ever.

Her strike had weakened the barrier. He was free enough to fight.

“Lord Sesshomaru!” she called, urgency in her voice. “Keep him occupied—I must cut his thread of fate. But I’ll need time.”

Sesshomaru landed, silent but resolute, blade drawn.

Mirinaka snarled, laughing through his pain. “So touching. Do you both truly believe you can stop me?”

Steel clashed as Sesshomaru charged, and Mirinaka met him head-on.

Rin shut her eyes, dropping to her knees. She whispered the words that had been burned into her soul:

Meet an arat, then slay the arat.
Meet your parents, then slay your parents.
Know that the light to your path lies therein.

The world dissolved. The dome melted into darkness. The ground shimmered like water, lighting each step. Ahead stood the luminous tree, its roots tangled in a web of threads.

“You’ve done well, Rin,” Mirinaka’s father said, his voice grave. “But know this—each thread you sever will drain your kon.”

“My… kon?” she asked.

“Every soul has haku—the force to move the body—and kon—the strength of the mind. Together they form the spirit. Each cut will cost you.”

Her questions dissolved as the threads pulsed before her. She lifted the sword. One by one, she slashed through them—each cut a stab of weakness in her chest.

Until only one thread remained. The brightest. The heaviest.

Rin raised the sword.

A sudden stench filled her senses—miasma. Her mask was gone. Poison clawed into her lungs. She gasped, choking.

No… not now.

Her vision blurred. Her body screamed. With the last of her will, she swung.

Steel met thread.

A blinding light erupted, swallowing the void. Rin exhaled a final, shuddering breath—before surrendering to the radiance.

Chapter 21: Flashes of Light

As a child, she had always smelled of flowers.
Now, the scent lingered, matured—still floral, but sharpened with a spice that marked her womanhood. From her physique alone, he would not have recognized the girl who once followed at his heel. She was tall for a woman, her hair cascading in a high ponytail that brushed her upper back, her curves emphasized by the slayer’s uniform. His ward was no longer a child. Even her voice—lower, richer, yet still feminine—carried the authority and confidence that had always been uniquely hers. Rin had never wavered before anyone, not even him. An odd trait for a human, one he had come to respect.

He studied her fighting style with an unblinking eye. She moved like a storm contained, her wit and speed compensating for what she lacked in raw strength. Her mastery of her weapon was beyond question; she wielded it as if it were an extension of her will. Then came the metallic whip of chains through the air, a sharp yell, and the spray of blood. The tentacle pinning him weakened. The dome’s power faltered. Sesshomaru seized the opening, tearing free of its grip.

When he rose, he saw her—Rin, his Rin—ensnaring Mirinaka in her chains. The sword at her side pulsed with ancestral power, flaring with a light that forced the demon down. His parents, no doubt, Sesshomaru thought grimly, grunting as his wounds knit together at a crawl. If she could hold him a little longer, he would personally dispatch the abomination. And he would enjoy it. Perhaps even resurrect him, just to kill him again.

But then a flash of lightning struck, blasting Rin from her position. The force hurled her into the ground with bone-rattling violence. He heard her groan in agony as Mirinaka advanced, kicking her where she lay. Rage surged through Sesshomaru , hotter than pain, sharper than restraint. His body was weakened, but his fury lent him speed. In a blur, his whip lashed out, flinging Mirinaka across the battlefield.

“Rin,” he called, his tone flat as ever, though his gaze searched her with care. No mortal wounds—impressive, considering she had taken Mirinaka’s strike head-on.

“Lord Sesshomaru!” she called, urgency in her voice. “Keep him occupied—I must cut his thread of fate. But I’ll need time.”

A simple nod was her answer. He moved to meet Mirinaka, who had already regained his footing and was laughing.

“How touching,” the demon sneered. “The great Sesshomaru fighting beside a mortal girl. Do you truly believe you can defeat me? We still have a score to settle.”

Their blades met with a thunderous clang, sparks scattering like stars. In the distance, Rin’s voice rose, chanting. A strange blue light wrapped her body, cocooning her in an ethereal glow. She was defenseless now. Sesshomaru could not allow his attention to waver.

“I cannot risk Bakusaiga,” he calculated silently. “This chamber would collapse on us all.”

Mirinaka pressed against his blade, smirking. “Your efforts are wasted. My barrier restores itself with every heartbeat. Your strength wanes. You will fall, and the girl will follow.”

Sesshomaru said nothing. They broke apart, then clashed again, each strike rattling the earth. Lightning seared the air. Sesshomaru’s reserves bled away, yet his face betrayed nothing. A sudden sidestep, and his whip cracked, biting into Mirinaka’s flesh. The half-demon cursed, unleashing another storm of lightning. Sesshomaru dodged, steady as stone.

Then Mirinaka faltered. His body spasmed with pangs of pain. The hum of Rin’s light had begun to eat away at him.

“What is she doing?” he snarled. “Why do I feel them leaving me—the essence of those I devoured?”

In desperation, he teleported to her side, reaching for her throat. But the blue light flung him back, searing his skin. Desperate, he slashed with his blade, severing Rin’s filter mask. Miasma poured around her, choking the air.

Hovering above her, Mirinaka mocked, “So tell me, what will you do? If you move her, she wakes, and her work is undone. If you leave her, the poison will claim her in minutes. My offer stands: your head for her life.”

Sesshomaru scoffed. “Fool. You reek of weakness. Your power wanes with every breath. Whatever she weaves is draining you, unraveling you. You will never defeat me.”

His markings darkened, jagged. His eyes glowed red. Power surged through him, and his true form erupted into being—the towering white hound, fangs dripping venom that burned the earth where it fell. The ground trembled beneath his paws.

Panic flashed in Mirinaka’s eyes. “No… impossible. How does he still—” His words broke off as another wave of pain ripped through him. His body faltered midair, plummeting.

Sesshomaru was upon him instantly, pinning him beneath one massive paw. The growl that rumbled from his chest was primal, final.

Mirinaka laughed, breathless. “So be it. But take comfort in this—your ward will follow me into the underworld.”

Then the blue light surrounding Rin leapt to envelop him. His laughter turned to gasps. “Mother… Father… what have I done?” His voice broke, and in an instant, he was gone.

The dome collapsed. Dust and miasma bled away. Sesshomaru shifted back to his humanoid form, scanning the ruin until his gaze found Rin, collapsed and unconscious. With rare care, he lifted her into his arms, bridal style, and carried her out.

“Rin!” Kohaku shouted, rushing to them, but she did not stir.

“What happened?” Inuyasha demanded.

“Her mask was destroyed mid-incantation,” Sesshomaru said coolly. “She inhaled the poison. Only my healers can increase her chance of survival. I make no promises.”

He turned, already walking away. “There are captives in the dungeons. I will send aid.” With that, his form dissolved into a streak of light, vanishing into the horizon.

Kohaku trembled. “Is she…?”

“She’ll pull through,” Inuyasha muttered, laying a steadying hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Rin’s a fighter. Let’s regroup with Sango and Kagome, then deal with my bastard brother later.”

A familiar, nasal wail rang out across the wreckage.

“Milord! You left me again!” Jaken screeched, scrambling past Kohaku, his little legs carrying him after the light that had already disappeared.

Chapter 22: Border Between Worlds

Her body felt warm. That was the only way to describe it—comforting, almost familiar. A soft fragrance of roses drifted around her as sensation returned. Slowly, Rin opened her eyes. Beneath her fingers she felt blades of grass, cool and pliant.

“Grass?” she murmured, dazed.

She sat up quickly, heart pounding. A field of flowers spread in every direction, blossoms swaying gently in the breeze. The sight mirrored the meadows of her childhood, though brighter, more vivid than memory. Above her, the sun shone warmly, its light broken only by a handful of drifting clouds.

And there, in the near distance, stood the Tree of Ages. Towering, lush, and green—it bore none of the eerie glow or skeletal branches she had once known. Without hesitation, Rin dashed toward it.

“Hello?” she called out. “Are you here?” Her voice cracked slightly, directed at the ones she hoped would answer—Mirinaka’s parents, Kikyo.

From the bark of the tree, a white light burst forth. Three figures stepped into view, translucent yet distinct.

“You have done well, child,” Mirinaka’s father said, his voice steady and deep. “You have saved both our son and the West.”

A gentle touch came to her shoulder, and Mirinaka himself appeared. His eyes were softer than she had ever seen. “I should have listened to you,” he admitted. “You were right. Anger and vengeance gave me nothing. I brought suffering, dishonored my family, and I cannot undo the wrongs I’ve committed. To you. To countless others.”

Rin felt the press of many more presences at her back. She turned slightly, but saw only shifting light. Still, she knew. These were the spirits of those he had slain.

“I do not deserve it,” Mirinaka whispered, bowing his head. “But I ask for forgiveness. I am ready for whatever judgment the gods decree.”

The spirits gave no words—only a quiet nod, one by one, before fading away. Rin watched as Mirinaka and his parents turned, walking into the tree’s light until nothing remained.

My sword is now yours to guard, his father’s voice echoed in her mind. When the time comes, my fang will serve a far greater purpose.

Rin stood frozen, uncertain.

“You have passed the first test, Rin,” a woman’s voice said behind her.

Rin turned to see the priestess Kikyo.

“Test? What purpose was he speaking of?” Rin demanded, her impatience breaking through.

“In time, you will understand. The choice is yours,” Kikyo replied calmly. “But first, as a reward for your courage, there are some who wished to see you.”

From the clearing emerged a man, a woman, and two boys.

Rin gasped. “Mama? Papa? Ichiro? Yuki?”

She ran, colliding into their embrace. Tears streamed down her face as her family held her close.

“We’ve missed you, my darling,” her mother whispered, stroking her hair. “But we’ve always been beside you.”

“We are so proud of you, my little hime,” her father added, using the childhood name she had not heard in years.

“I don’t understand. How is this possible? Am I… dead?” Rin asked through tears.

“Not yet,” her mother said gently. “Your body took in a lethal amount of miasma. Healers work even now to save you. But the choice rests with you. You can remain with us, here in peace… or return to a path still filled with danger, uncertainty, and heartbreak. Yet if you can endure it, the world itself may owe its survival to you.”

Rin sobbed, clinging to them. “I’ve missed you all so much. Time has blurred your faces, but I never lost the love. I still hear your laughter, your songs. I don’t understand why you were taken while I lived. I have faced death so many times that it hardly stirs me anymore. Mama, I am so tired. For years I’ve only existed. And now to hear that fate rests on me… Has my path already been chosen? Do I truly have no say?” Her voice cracked, grief giving way to anger.

Her mother cupped her cheek. “The gods give no burden beyond what they believe can be carried. Paths are outlined, but never fully written. The story is still yours, Rin. You must fill in the blanks.”

Rin sniffed and nodded. “Then… I will go back. But can we stay like this, just for a little while?”

“Of course, my love.”

Her mother began to hum an old lullaby, while her brothers nestled against her arms. Her father’s hand rested reassuringly on her back. Rin closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks as sleep overtook her.

⸻

Sesshomaru carried his ward into the inner wing of his castle. Servants and guards exchanged startled glances at the sight of the unconscious mortal girl in their master’s arms.

“Akira. Fumiko.”

“Yes, my Lord,” they answered, bowing deeply.

“Fetch the healer. At once.”

They did not dare hesitate. Sesshomaru laid Rin upon his bed, brushing damp strands of hair from her pale face. Sweat clung to her brow. Even so, he found himself staring—her lashes long and dark, her lips full and pink. The puffy cheeks of her childhood had given way to the contours of a woman. Yet when he looked at her, he still saw the girl who had once smiled at him toothlessly, fearless and kind.

Her breathing rasped, uneven. Her heartbeat faltered with each passing minute. Guilt pressed on him like a weight. If she died now, it would be his fault—for leaving her, for deciding her life in place of her own choice. He had once promised her the freedom to decide. Instead, he had placed her in the village, hoping she would accept it. And now, because of his own past sins, she hovered at death’s edge.

“You called for me, my Lord,” the elder inuyokai healer said as she entered.

“My ward has inhaled miasma. It drains her life even now. Can you treat her?” Sesshomaru asked, his voice steady, though desperation stirred beneath.

The healer bent over Rin, inhaling deeply. “The poison has not reached her heart. There is hope.” She produced a jar filled with dark, buzzing insects. “These tiger mosquitos will draw the poison from her blood. I cannot promise survival, but it will give her a chance.”

Her eyes turned white, glowing faintly. “Her fate lies not in my hands, nor yours. She walks the border between life and death. The guardians wait for her choice.” Her gaze dimmed back to blue.

“I must undress her to begin the treatment. It would not be proper for you to remain.”

Sesshomaru lingered, then gave a curt nod and left the chamber.

Outside, a guard bowed nervously. “My Lord… there is a party of humans at the gate. Your brother is among them. They demand an audience.”

Sesshomaru’s eyes narrowed.

“Escort them to the guest quarters. I will see them shortly.”

He turned, catching the faint scent of his mother nearby. His stride lengthened, every motion taut with restrained fury.

Chapter 23: The Waiting Game

“Do you think Rin is alright?” Kagome asked softly, sitting across from Sango at the tea table.

“Rin is strong,” Sango replied, though worry laced her voice. “But if she was exposed to Mirinaka’s miasma… I don’t know. Remember what it was like when we fought Naraku? Even with my mask, I could barely breathe.”

Kohaku paced the room, restless, while Inuyasha leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Feh. If the Ice Prince hasn’t shown his face yet, it must not be that bad,” Inuyasha scoffed. “But if he doesn’t get here soon, I’ll find him myself. And I don’t care how many of these pompous bastards I have to cut down to do it.” He narrowed his eyes at the silent guard stationed by the door.

⸻

The doors to his mother’s chambers opened with a low groan. The scent of incense, sake, and tobacco washed over Sesshomaru as he entered. Inukimi reclined with a few ladies of her court, laughter spilling like perfume.

“My son, you have returned.” Inukimi extended her hand. She always played the role of the doting mother in front of others. Sesshomaru accepted it with practiced indifference, brushing his lips against the jade gem she wore. A glimmer of amusement flickered in her eyes—subtle, sharp.

“Ladies, if you will excuse us. Enjoy yourselves while our Lord and I speak privately.”

She led Sesshomaru out to the balcony overlooking her gardens.

“Now, tell me,” she said smoothly, “why does the palace reek of humans and that half-breed?”

“Because I brought them,” Sesshomaru replied curtly. “A demon sought to challenge me for my title. His army was responsible for the raids across the land. The half-breed and his companions were enlisted to assist—including my ward.”

“The little human girl?” Inukimi arched a brow. “She is still a child, is she not? What purpose could she serve besides being a burden?”

“For humans, time is everything,” Sesshomaru countered. “My ward is no longer a child. She has become a formidable fighter.”

“That explains her presence in battle,” Inukimi mused, “but not why they are here now.”

“Rin was gravely injured by Mirinaka. Before she cut him down, he released a cloud of miasma around her. She lies now on the edge of life and death. I brought her here so the palace healers could tend to her.”

Inukimi withdrew her Meido stone and studied its glow. “She is not yet walking the path to the Netherworld. The Guardians seem to leave the choice to her. How… interesting.”

Sesshomaru’s patience thinned. “Is that all you wished to discuss?”

“No,” Inukimi’s voice hardened. “The daughter of Lord Norbanu arrives next week. Your union with her will secure an heir and unite our territories. Our bloodline must continue. This is your duty.”

“I require no reminders of duty from you,” Sesshomaru replied coldly. “I will do as I please. There are other ways to achieve what you speak of. It would be wise for you all to remember that.”

He turned from her and strode away, his annoyance barely leashed.

⸻

From down the corridor, raised voices met him.

“He’ll come. Would it kill you to be patient?” Kagome snapped. “Judging by the size of this place, he’s got other matters to deal with. Huffing and puffing won’t help.”

“I don’t care what that pompous bastard is doing,” Inuyasha growled. “We’ve been waiting for hours. And would it kill you to be on my side for once?”

“If you were actually being reasonable! I’m not even from this era, and even I know we can’t just storm through a castle like we own the place!”

“Feh. I’m going to find Rin.” Inuyasha stomped toward the door.

“Inuyasha… SIT BOY!”

With a crash, he kissed the floorboards.

Miroku and Sango exchanged a look and continued their conversation as if nothing happened. Kohaku leaned quietly against the wall, trying to stay composed.

The door slid open. Sesshomaru stepped inside. The room fell silent.

“So how is she?” Kohaku asked at once.

“The healer drew most of the poison from her body before it reached her heart,” Sesshomaru said evenly. “But she consumed a lethal dose. She now lingers between this world and the next. Her fate depends on her own will. Nothing more can be done. She has been moved to a private room. You may see her—and remain there, if you wish.”

He left them with no further words.

⸻

Kohaku followed the servant quickly. Inside the quiet chamber, Rin lay on a futon, her body still as porcelain. A plain yukata clothed her, her hair neatly braided. She looked almost ethereal, as if only asleep—if not for the ragged rise and fall of her chest.

Kagome and Sango sat on either side of her, clasping her hands, whispering prayers through tears. Inuyasha settled cross-legged by Kagome, rubbing her back. Miroku did the same for Sango.

Kohaku stepped out onto the balcony for air. For the first time in years, he wept openly. He longed for Rin’s laughter, her smile, the light she carried. Guilt clawed at him—if only he had stopped her, or gone with her. Yet in his heart he knew: Rin would have faced this danger regardless.

When he returned, Sango embraced him. “You did all you could, Kohaku. Rin wouldn’t want us to blame ourselves.”

“She even foresaw this, in her letter,” Miroku added gently. “That girl has always been perceptive.”

As the night wore on, the others retired to their quarters. Kohaku stayed, unable to sleep, keeping vigil by her side until dawn.

⸻

“We must return to the village for the children,” Sango said the next morning, hugging her brother tightly. “We’ll send Kirara back with word to Kaede. If anything changes, tell us at once.”

Inuyasha smirked, clapping Kohaku on the shoulder. “If that bastard tries to scare you off, holler. I’ll handle him. Not that I need an excuse.”

Kagome squeezed Kohaku’s arm. “We’ll ask Kaede if there’s anything more we can do. Stay strong.”

When they departed, Kohaku returned to Rin’s chamber. A small yokai servant entered, bowing politely.

“I am Yuki. I was assigned as your attendant. Is there anything you require?”

Kohaku studied her. She was striking—golden-brown skin, cropped blonde hair, eyes the color of ice. She wore a simple kimono in the Lord’s colors.

“No, thank you,” he said quietly.

“You have not eaten, nor slept. Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but surely she would not want this. Take care of yourself, if not for you—then for her.”

Kohaku rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. “…You’re right. Could you prepare a bath?”

“Of course. Please follow me.” Yuki smiled.

Kohaku brushed Rin’s hair gently. “I’ll be back,” he whispered, before leaving.

From the shadows of the balcony above, Sesshomaru watched in silence—waiting for the moment Rin would finally be alone.

Chapter 24: The Test

He sat beside his ward, silent, each raspy breath she took sending a stab of guilt through him.

“I stayed away to protect her… and still she got hurt,” Sesshomaru muttered bitterly.

His mind flicked to the slayer, how gentle she had been with Rin. Tentatively, Sesshomaru brushed a hand through Rin’s hair. The motion felt foreign, almost alien to him—but it seemed customary among those who cared for her.

“Does this bring her comfort? How does it help?” he wondered, struggling to find the right words.

“I… I failed you, Rin,” he whispered. “I thought keeping my distance would protect you. Yet it was you who protected me. Please forgive me.”

He lifted her lightly into his arms, cradling her close. Memories flooded him—how, on their travels together, he had often comforted her like this during nightmares. Rarely, quietly, but it always soothed her. A part of him hoped that, wherever she was, she might feel it now.

Hearing Kohaku returning, Sesshomaru carefully laid Rin back down and slipped out through the balcony without a sound.

⸻

“Do you feel better, Master Kohaku?” Yuki asked softly as they entered the room.

“Uh… yeah. Thanks,” he replied, moving to sit beside Rin’s futon.

“Tell me about your friend,” Yuki prompted.

“Rin… how much time do you have?” he chuckled faintly.

“Seeing as my duty is to tend to you, I suppose as long as you can give,” she replied. “Besides, I’m curious. I’ve served here for nearly two centuries and never seen a half-demon—let alone a human—enter these halls. She must be important.”

Kohaku nodded, his voice heavy with thought. “I don’t know her exact relationship to Lord Sesshomaru anymore. She hadn’t seen him in years. When I was a child, I occasionally crossed paths with the two of them. Sometimes they let me travel with them for a while. After Naraku was defeated, I returned to my village, and Sesshomaru left Rin in Edo with his brother and friends. That was the last she saw him, as far as I know.”

He paused, eyes distant. “But Rin… she is remarkable. She melts even the coldest heart with a smile. Brave, kind, never judging anyone. Her outlook… it’s what I admire most. I probably wouldn’t even be here if not for her.”

Kohaku’s gaze fell, sadness weighing his words. “I did terrible things under Naraku’s control, but she treated me as though I were… normal. She saw the human in me, even in the darkness. I’ll never forget her kindness. I will love her forever. More than she can ever know.”

Yuki’s eyes glistened. She could not help shedding a tear at the sight of Kohaku’s sorrow.

⸻

Rin awoke, the field of flowers gone, her family vanished.

“How long was I…?” she murmured, rising slowly.

Her mother’s words echoed: she had a choice. But the fight was not over. “Gods… this is annoying!” she shouted in frustration. “And if I move on, the world could be doomed? What kind of ultimatum is that?” She wandered aimlessly, directionless.

“…Please forgive me.”

A familiar voice whispered through the air.

“Lord Sesshomaru?” Rin followed it, finding herself once more before the Tree of Ages.

“Rin, you have returned,” Kikyo’s voice announced, calm yet commanding. “Before you pass back to the living, you must complete one final test.” Wolves emerged from the shadows.

Rin froze. Her heart hammered. Memories of the first attack, years ago, surged. The wolves pounced, pinning her to the ground as before. Panic clawed at her chest, her breaths rapid and shallow.

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“Something’s wrong.” Sesshomaru sensed the shift in Rin’s aura and teleported to her side.

Kohaku and Yuki stood, watching in shock as her body convulsed, a dark cloud swirling around her.

“The Guardians are testing her,” he thought.

“Leave us,” Sesshomaru commanded coldly.

Yuki darted out, but Kohaku remained.

“If you think I’ll leave her alone in this state, you’re wrong,” Kohaku spat, gripping his weapon.

“Do you wish to challenge me, slayer?” Sesshomaru’s voice held a faint amusement.

“My lord, what right have you to command anything regarding her? You abandoned her to Kaede! Do you know how long she suffered without you? How many nights Kagome and my sister stayed up while she cried herself to sleep? How many times Inuyasha, Miroku, or I searched for her?” Kohaku shouted.

Sesshomaru remained composed. “Are you finished, child? I only ordered you gone because the cloud around her will destroy my castle and all within it if left unchecked. To prevent that, I must release my aura. Exposure to it will kill you—but stay if you wish.”

Kohaku flushed, embarrassed. “My apologies, Lord Sesshomaru. I… let my emotions rule me. Rin means too much to me.”

“Human emotions matter little to me. Leave,” Sesshomaru said, turning to Rin. He unleashed a controlled energy blast. The cloud around her receded. His aura enveloped her, and her body finally stilled.

“Rin,” he said, calm and unwavering. “You must fight.”

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“He’s near.”

The realization steadied Rin. Summoning strength, she broke free from the wolves’ illusion. Her sword emitted a wave of energy, scattering them. Rising to her feet, she assumed a defensive stance, beckoning them forward.

The wolves attacked again, and Rin met each with precision. Upon striking her blade, they dissolved into mist.

“What…?” she whispered, confusion knitting her brows. “Illusions?”

“Tree of Ages, explain yourself!” she shouted.

“Your final test,” the guardians intoned, “was to face the fears you had yet to release. You froze at mere shadows of what you’ve fought for a decade. Now, you have overcome them.”

Rin exhaled, realizing the truth. “I couldn’t have done it without feeling him near me.” A hint of self pity in her voice.

“Do not shame yourself,” Kikyo’s voice reminded. “Your love for your friends and family is your greatest strength. Never forget it.”

A white light enveloped her. A vertical pull swept through her, disorienting her. Blurred vision resolved into a familiar silhouette.

“Lord Sesshomaru… you came,” she breathed.

“Rest, Rin,” he said, his voice soft yet commanding. She closed her eyes.

Chapter 25: Kohaku and Rin

Summary:

It’s been almost 2 years since I last updated this. I edited it too to match my more practiced writing style. I hope you enjoy. I’ve missed this fic!

Sesshomaru exited Rin’s suite, his expression unreadable though his golden eyes sharpened at the young man approaching.

“Is Rin… okay?” Kohaku asked, voice low and sheepish, still embarrassed by his earlier outburst.

“She has returned from the spirit world and is currently resting.” Sesshomaru’s words were calm, edged with authority. He turned to the attendant nearby. “Yumi. Notify the healers of her condition so they may evaluate her.”

Without another word, the daiyokai strode down the corridor, leaving Kohaku frozen in his wake.

For a moment, Kohaku stood paralyzed. Then, heart heavy, he slid open the door and stepped inside. Relief hit him instantly—Rin’s breathing was steady, soft, almost peaceful. Quietly, he lowered himself to the floor beside her futon, crossing his legs. His hand trembled as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, then he began to stroke it gently, tears slipping down his cheeks.

“Do you remember… when we shared our first kiss?” he whispered with a tearful chuckle.

The memory carried him away.

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Five Years Ago

“Kohaku, this one’s all yours. I won’t step in unless I must,” Kohaku called, arms folded as he observed.

Rin drew a steadying breath, Kusarigama in hand. Fifteen now, she had trained under Kohaku and Sango for four years. Today was her first solo trial. Her opponent—a sneering lizard yokai—charged forward.

“You think you can defeat me, girl?” it mocked.

“Remember what we taught you—watch its movements, don’t hesitate!” Kohaku urged.

But Rin tuned him out, her face calm, focused. Timing was everything.

The demon lunged. “You should’ve stayed home and played with your doll—ack!” Its taunt cut short as Rin’s weapon cracked against its skull. The creature collapsed. Silence fell.

“Rin, that was amazing!” Kohaku shouted, rushing over. He scooped her up and spun her around.

“Kohaku! Put me down!” Rin laughed, cheeks flushed.

He set her gently on her feet, chest swelling with pride. And in that moment, pride gave way to something else.

Before he could stop himself, Kohaku leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Both froze, faces blazing red.

“I—I’m sorry,” he stammered. “I shouldn’t have done that. I was just… so happy for you. You’re a slayer now.”

Rin tilted her head, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “Well… I had some amazing teachers.” Rising on her toes, she kissed him back, slower, surer. “And I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

She skipped ahead, leaving Kohaku stunned, touching his lips in disbelief.

“Um, Kohaku? Are you coming?” Rin called over her shoulder.

“Oh—right!” He broke into a grin and hurried after her.

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Two Years Ago

“Kohaku, where are we? We should’ve reached that village by now,” Rin huffed, her patience worn thin. Her stomach growled loudly, making her glare at him as he guided Kirara further south.

Instead of answering, Kohaku simply gave the command. “Kirara.”

The firecat descended gracefully into an untouched forest. When they landed, Rin’s irritation melted instantly. Before her stretched a wild paradise—lush trees untouched by man or yokai. She ran ahead, laughter echoing, until she stumbled into a cavern.

Inside, a pool of crystal-blue water shimmered beneath a natural skylight, stalagmites glittering like teeth of stone. Rin gasped, clasping her hands together.

“Kohaku… it’s beautiful.”

“I found it a few weeks ago,” he admitted softly, stepping up behind her, voice low, almost reverent. “And I thought of you.”

Her cheeks flushed, though she masked it with a smile. She spotted the blanket and basket by the pool. “You planned this?”

He nodded. “A surprise.”

“Oh, Kohaku…” Her tone softened. She kissed his cheek before kneeling at the blanket. She opened the basket—sake, watermelon, and other treats. “This looks amazing!” She patted the spot beside her.

They ate in companionable silence, broken only by Rin’s laughter when watermelon juice dripped down her chin. Kohaku watched her, memorizing every sound, every expression. He wanted to keep this version of her forever—so alive, so unburdened.

When she finished, she sprang up and ran to the pool. “Let’s go swimming!”

Kohaku blinked. “We don’t have clothes for that.”

She turned, mischief in her eyes. “Well, I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Before he could react, she slipped off her kimono, leaving only her thin juban, and dove in.

When she surfaced, hair plastered to her face, cheeks flushed with exhilaration, she looked like something otherworldly. The damp fabric clung to her frame, leaving little to the imagination. Kohaku’s pulse hammered.

She swam closer. “Are you just going to stand there all day? Or are you afraid?”

His throat dry, Kohaku stripped down and joined her. The water’s chill was nothing compared to the fire in his veins when she drifted near.

“Kohaku,” she said softly, tilting her head. “Your face is red.”

He laughed nervously. “Y-yeah… the water’s cold.”

But she wasn’t fooled. Her eyes searched his, wide and questioning.

His hand lifted almost of its own accord, brushing her lower lip. Her breath hitched.

“Kohaku…” she whispered, his name trembling like a secret.

He kissed her. Tentative, then deeper as she tilted her head and clung to him. Breathless, they pulled away, but the air between them had changed. Charged.

Neither spoke as instinct guided them from the water, dripping and trembling, to the blanket. Her laughter was gone, replaced by quickened breaths.

Clothes fell away in a blur of hands and nervous giggles that gave way to sighs. Kohaku touched her as though she were something sacred, reverent and careful. And when she whispered his name again, all hesitation vanished.

The rest faded into silence.

When the cavern stilled, they lay tangled on the blanket, the last traces of daylight slipping through the hole above. Kohaku’s arm rested protectively around her, his thumb brushing idle circles against her skin.

For a long time, neither spoke.

Kohaku stared at her profile, heart pounding. Summoning courage, he laced his fingers with hers.

“Rin…” His voice was low, almost pleading. “What… am I to you?”

She turned her head, brown eyes soft but clear. For a heartbeat, he thought he saw the answer he longed for shimmering there.

Then she smiled. Bright. Simple. Familiar.

“You, Kohaku, are my best friend. Of course.”

The words struck like an arrow.

Kohaku forced a smile, masking the ache twisting inside. “R-right. I’m glad I got to share this place with you, then.”

Rin tilted her head, studying him, but said nothing. Instead, she rose and dressed, humming softly as though nothing had changed.

Kohaku lingered, fingers brushing his lips where hers had been, still tingling. He told himself her smile was enough. But deep down, the truth gnawed at him—he wanted more. Needed more.

As they left the cave, Rin chattered happily, her laughter light against the evening air. Kohaku walked beside her in silence, his heart caught in the widening gap between what he felt and what she saw.

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Three Months Ago

“You’re unbelievable!” Kagome’s voice rang out as Kohaku approached her hut.

“You’re not going anywhere without me!” Inuyasha snapped back.

Kohaku cleared his throat. “Uh… excuse me?”

The bickering couple turned. Kagome smiled warmly. “Kohaku, is everything alright?”

“I… came to ask your advice.”

Minutes later, around the table, he blurted, “I’m in love with Rin.”

Kagome nearly laughed. “We all know that.”

Inuyasha snorted. “Took you long enough to say it out loud.”

Kohaku flushed. “I just—how do I make her see me as more than a friend?”

Kagome’s expression softened. “Be honest with her. That’s what changed everything for Inuyasha and me.”

Her voice caught slightly, but she left the rest unsaid.

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Two Months Ago

Rin’s words echoed in his mind: “I’ve decided to leave the village for a while. My whole life, I’ve followed paths others carved for me. I want to find one of my own.”

That had been her answer when he proposed.

It broke him.

She loved him—but only as a friend.

Still, he clung to hope.

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Two Weeks Ago

“You love her, don’t you?” Sesshomaru asked without turning.

“I do. But I think… her heart belongs to another.”

Even after all this time, jealousy still lingered. The shadow of the daiyokai remained between them.

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One Week Ago

Time froze when he saw Sesshomaru carrying Rin’s unconscious body.

Kohaku’s world dimmed. He barely remembered arriving at the Western palace, or his sister and Kagome trying to soothe him. Without Rin’s light, everything seemed hollow.

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Present

Now, by her bedside, Kohaku whispered story after story of their youth, as though his voice could tether her back.

Then—her fingers twitched.

Kohaku stilled.

Her hand squeezed his.

Notes:

This is my first attempt at this. Let me know what you think! In all honesty I need an outlet and I’ve missed writing.