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The Tale of Rin and Sesshomaru Chapter 1: Go Ask Kagome As the years passed, Rin grew into a stunningly beautiful young woman: slender, graceful, and nearly as tall as Sesshomaru. Her hair was as long as Sesshomaru's, but black as the night, as dark as his was white. Despite the dour moods of her youkai guardians, she never lost the joy and grace that she had had as a child. Not a day passed that she did not pick flowers for her hair; from time to time she would sneak one or two into Jaken's staff or even his hat, much to his loud objections. And if she found any that were especially lovely, she would weave a garland for Sesshomaru. She nev

The air of this night . . .                               Hot . . . humid . . . positively stifling . . .                    Even the stars and the moon refuse to shine tonight. I feel like I am suffocating in my own skin.            It matters not what I do.  Nothing brings relief to my mind. I watch you from beyond the flickers of the campfire.         Your eyes burn my skin; bore holes through my flesh, piercing my very soul. After all these years, why do you ignore me now?                 Why must you incessantly haunt me, torment me? Why will you not speak to me?          Your voice echoes in my mind . . . I can

 Something is here. It was brief, a mere hint of a shadow darting by in the corner of his eye.  Nevertheless, he was certain that someone----something----lurked behind him. There it is again. Sesshoumaru quickly turned his head, following the dark shape, hoping to catch a glimpse of the entity hiding in his wake.  To his surprise and befuddlement, however, he saw nothing. So, it presumes to hide . . . a futile act. He closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, scenting the air.  Whatever this was, it could not hide from him.  If it was truly as close as Sesshoumaru thought it was, he would undoubtedly be able to smell it, though