Title: Forget Me Not (CATCHY I know, I mean there are only like a HUNDRED Sesshoumaru centric fanfics with that title…)
Author: DeSilva
Category: Inuyasha
Spoilers: None (AU)
Rating: T
Summary: Sesshoumaru will count the seconds until the return of spring. (Sesshoumaru centric, posthumous Rin love)
Disclaimer: I don’t own InuYasha.
Author’s Note: Supposed to allude to Sesshoumaru’s (PATERNAL) love for Rin and maybe even suggest that he’d wait for her return. This was originally intended as the introductory chapter of a story in which Sesshoumaru waits for Rin’s reincarnation but finds Kagome instead. Through her he is eventually reunited with Rin.
Etc: “I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter.” –A Knight’s Tale
I ought to kill her. Sesshoumaru thinks. Now, before she ruins and ruins me.
Rin turns to look at him, and he frowns marginally. She frowns in return and for a moment it is as if she somehow captured this fleeting thought.
But then she smiles a gapped toothed smile and the thought flutters away like one of her butterflies.
.
She presses a tiny flower, blue and boring and not even sweet-smelling, into his hand. He smiles almost imperceptibly and tucks it into his sleeve. She grins widely and flounces away, humming to herself.
.
He turns to look at her again, and his brows angle sharply. She is old and her visions fails her; she does not see his expression.
She is wilting. He thinks. She will wither all away, soon.
She smiles toothlessly and he wilts too, just a little bit.
.
One day he returns to find that she is gone.
The tightening in his chest is beyond his comprehension and his eyes demand where is she of the two remaining.
“This morning she wandered away…” his aged vassal informs him hoarsely. “Her trail disappeared into the ocean.”
“I see.” A shadow of pain flies across his eyes before the veil of careful indifference falls back into place.
.
When he has retraced her steps to the shore, he finds a flower that had lain his pocket for some time, dry and wilted and utterly forgotten.
Was she still smiling when she walked into the sea?
His shoulders sag and his eyes droop. He is old, old with wandering, and tired, so so tired.
He crushes the skeleton of a flower between his fingers and sprinkles it into the tenebrous waters.
He never finds her body.
.
Thirty-one million, five hundred and thirty-six thousand seconds later he sighs. His thoughts meander and drift along, as aimless as his wandering feet.
He comes to a sudden halt and, surprised by the abruptness of the stop, Jaken jerks Ah Un’s reins a little too sharply, causing the scaled mount to rear irritably.
Ignoring this altogether, Sesshoumaru glanced down at the dappled grass, flecked with many tiny white and blue flowers.
Quickly he stoops, plucking a single one of the delicate blue tinted blooms which he stows in his sleeve.
Curiosity (hope) has aroused a new resolve within him. He straightens and the procession continues without a word.
She had once asked of him: “Will you forget me Lord Sesshoumaru?”
…..
Sesshoumaru does not forget.
