September 2009 Week 3
Title: Tales Out of School
Author: landofthekwt
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Week 3: Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence. - Robert Frost Inuyasha Quotes September 2009 Week 3
Word Count:3007
Warning: None
Summary: Chapter 5 of Left_Behind
The lessons continued for Rin and Inuyasha. Every time Rin would learn something new from Miroku she would spend the next day under Goshinboku. The hanyou would stare down at the markings she made on the paper.
When she was finished, she would leave paper and ink under the tree. The next day she would find a stack of papers with her work duplicated in a hand reminiscent of style of the Kamakura court.
When she showed the work to Miroku, he was shocked. He had always assumed that his friend was illiterate. Never had he seen such elegant work. The boy had practiced with the best that the court had to offer until he was six.
His education had been interrupted by the end of the Kamakura era and the immolation of the Houjou in their temple. For some reason Inuyasha had decided to resume his education after a delay of three hundred thirty years.
Miroku was curious. Inuyasha had never shown any interest in education. It always seemed as if he thought that Kagome’s education was useless. Was it just an act? Why the sudden interest in learning to write kanji after all of these years.
Kagome could have taught him what she knew. For a price Miroku would have taken on the hanyou as a student. What was it about Rin that made the hanyou suddenly willing to apply brush to paper.
He decided to see for himself. Rin was seated underneath Goshinboku diligently applying the ink to the paper. He had never considered teaching until Kagome approached him. Rin was making considerable progress
It had surprised him. For some reason he had believed all of the things that his age taught him about the ability of women to be educated beyond the skills taught behind the shouji screen.Rin was showing him the error of his ways.
He had spent so much time concentrating on Sango that he had ignored the fact that Kagome possessed more knowledge of the world and more education than anyone in his era. Maybe it was because she was always bemoaning the fact that she was failing in her classes because she had to hunt jewel shards.
They were lucky that Naraku had never known this fact about Kagome. He would have been better off concentrating on Kagome instead of Kikyou. Chalk it up to a victory for unrequited love.
He turned his attention to Rin. She was chattering away to herself apparently while she patientlycopied her lessons for the day. A pile of paper and an ink pot were beside her, but untouched.
Inuyasha was laying back in the tree apparently sleeping. Miroku knew better. He had come to know the hanyou since that day he tried to take the Jewel and kill Inuyasha.
He knew that Inuyasha could hear every word that Rin said. Nothing escaped him. Despite the hanyou’s seeming lack of interest, he knew that the hanyou was taking careful note of what Rin was doing.
The hanyou had an eye for detail. He had a hand which would make any scribe jealous. It must be that court-based education he received behind his mother’s shouji screen.
Miroku wondered why he hid it. Kagome had never known. In her eyes he would always be the boy who had hated the fact that she was in school and resented every minute that the books took her away from him.
Why now and why with Rin. Rin had done nothing to encourage it in the first place. Though now she provided the pen, ink, the lessons and the companionship.
Was Inuyasha just lonely? He and Miroku had been together on the road. He and Kagome had been married for a short time. Now he was spending his time teaching Rin and Kagome was with Sesshoumaru. Was he just reaching out to Rin because he needed someone there with him or was it Rin in particular?
Inuyasha had been his companion for six years now. They had spent much time on the road together. Yet he knew so little about him. He was a little jealous that Inuyasha was opening up to her and not to him.
As he listened to Rin, she was not talking about anything in particular. She bore the entire brunt of the conversation. There was news of the village. What she was learning from Kaede. The latest antics of Miroku and Sango’s children.
Her anecdotes amused him. She seemed to spend more time with his children than he did. Although he had asked many women to bear his child, he had never considered raising them.
Until recently he had been on the road most of the time making money to provide for his growing family. Only now when he was Rin’s teacher did he have time to spend with his children. He was thankful that Sesshoumaru had given him the opportunity to really be a father to the children.
The fact that Inuyasha had not said a word to her did not seem to bother Rin. Perhaps it was her
relation to Sesshoumaru. He had never broached the subject of Sesshoumaru with her deeming it a private thing. He just assumed that she did all of the talking around Sesshoumaru.
She began to talk about the last visit from Sesshoumaru. It was Lord Sesshoumaru this and Lord Sesshoumaru that. It was easy to see who she loved. It had to hurt Inuyasha to listen to another girl talk about how wonderful Lord Seshoumaru was.
Sometimes it did seem that she was clueless. Did she not realize how much Inuyasha hated his brother? Was she not aware that it hurt to hear how happy Kagome and her child were with Sesshoumaru? Sometimes he had to wonder about how an otherwise intelligent girl like Rin could not see the pain she was inflicting?
There was a rumble from the tree. Miroku covered his head expecting invective from an angry hanyou. Instead there was a sigh and a single question. “ How did you meet my brother, Rin?”
Rin stopped in the middle of her babbling. It was if she was surprised that he spoke to her. Sesshoumaru rarely talked to her. For the most part Inuyasha sat in his tree listening to her.She had not expected him to speak.A smile came over her face as if she was considering a special memory which was close to her heart. At last she began to speak.
“I lived in the village where my family was killed by bandits. Although they allowed me to live in my parent’s house, the villagers did not feed or clothe me. No one would talk to me or be kind to me after my family died. They thought that they were being kind because they allowed me to live. They beat me when I did not appreciate what they had done for me by stealing their fish. I was still in shock from what happened to my parents and could not speak.”
“One day I was walking in the forest when I saw the most beautiful person that I had ever seen. He was dressed in magnificent white silk garments, but clothes were all bloody. I could not understand how or why anyone could hurt such a beautiful and powerful man I was drawn to help him not because I felt sorry for him. I just knew that it was the right thing to do. The villagers had left me to starve. How could I treat him like they did me? I brought him food and water every day.”
“He refused the food, but he did drink the water. I continued to feed him even though he rebuked me for doing so and the villagers beat me for stealing their fish to give to him. When he saw me after I was beaten for a moment he seemed concerned by what he saw. It made me happy that he cared enough to ask about me. He was the only person who had even thought of me since my family was killed.”
“I returned to the village only to find a wolf demon in my hut. He was being chased by wolves After he was caught and killed by a person that I later learned was Kouga, Kouga allowed his wolves to kill the rest of the villagers. I ran and ran. Somehow I knew that if I could just reach Lord Sesshoumaru I would be saved. The wolves were too fast for me. I felt their teeth piercing my flesh. I screamed for Lord Sesshoumaru and then everything went black.”
“ The next thing I knew Lord Sesshouamru was holding me in his arms. When he saw that I was awake his expression lightened. I knew that he was happy. He laid me down and started to walk away I knew that I should follow him. He would provide for me and keep me. I have followed him ever since that day. Sometimes he leaves for a time, but Lord Sesshoumaru always returns for me.”
“ I later discovered that Lord Sesshoumaru had saved my life with Tenseiga. How could I not love the man who raised me from the dead and has provided for me ever since that day? I would follow him to the ends of earth and I would wait for him forever. He is the strongest, bravest kindest most beautiful person that I have ever known. No one can beat him. I cannot understand how anyone could not love and respect him”
Inuyasha was stunned. Her confession put him in a bind. She had forgiven Kouga for having his wolves kill her. How would she feel if she knew that he was the person who had hurt Sesshoumaru? The injuries to Sesshoumaru had to be those caused by the windscar.
Now he knew what had happened to his brother after he was thrown far away by Tessaiga and protected from death by Tenseiga. Would Rin forgive him if she knew? He had grown used to her presence. It was easy to understand how attached Sesshoumaru had grown to her. It was also easy to understand why she worshiped the ground he walked on.
Once he had been like her. The little boy saved by his great heroic brother who seemed larger than life. It was so many years ago and so many bad memories. It was hard to belief that he had once been that naive. Then he had believed that his brother was his savior and that he could do no wrong.
That was a long time ago. So much water under the bridge. So much bad blood. Totosai had told him that he was given the sword to prevent him from having a poor lot in life. If that was the case, it should have given to him three hundred years ago. His poor lot in life had started the day the day he met Sesshoumaru.
Rin was watching him intently. She had just told him one of her deepest secrets at his request. Yet now he said nothing. As she gazed at him, she realized that when he held his emotions in check he was no different from Sesshoumaru.
He never responded to anything she said either. Somehow she had hoped for more from Inuyasha. He was more like her. She would never see him as a god like Lord Sesshoumaru. There was after all only one Lord Sesshoumaru. She tried to draw him out.
“ How did you meet Lord Sesshoumaru, Lord Inuyasha?”
He stared intently at her as if trying to read what was going on in her mind. Finally, he sighed and decided that she was not going to let him get away without answering. Searching his memories he found the earliest he had of his brother. He had only been six. It was sketchy at best but it would have to do.
“ My mother had brought me to the court of the Shogun in Kamakura when Prince Morikuni was shogun and my uncle Houjou Moritoki. was regent. We lived in peace until the Emperor was exiled. My mother and I lived together in the women’s quarters and she taught me women’s letters and how to write my name in kanji. We were protected by the power of my grandfather and my grandmother who had interceded on my behalf when neither my mother’s people nor my father’s people would give us shelter”
“Even though I was only six I remember the end of Kamakura so vividly. The besiegers were about to break through. My relatives headed to the Temple for a mass suicide. In the end more than eighty people burned in the Temple of the Houjou. It was the end of an era. The regent, their families and their samurai all died together”
“Except for us. Because my mother had me, she was considered to be unclean as was I and not worthy of joining them in the Temple. They thought we had no honor. All the people who had protected us all my life were leaving and telling us to go. I remember my mother dragging me through the streets of Kamakura as the fires burned and the Emperor and his allies raped and pillaged”
“And then when all hope was gone, he was there standing like a kami. To me he was everything I had always dreamed of. I actually called him father. My mother quickly corrected me. This was Sesshoumaru my half-brother. I still do not know what he thought of me. He looked at me as if I were a bug making an irritating noise., but I saw my hero. "
“He saved us from the fires and the plunder that was going on around us. He was family. My brother. I just knew that he would take me to the Western Shiro and I could learn how to be a proper youkai. Our human relatives had failed us. Surely, Lord Sesshoumaru, the heir to the Lord of the West would not abandon his brother.”
“He took us out of the burning city and led us to human habitation. He seemed to know that Mother would try to reach her relatives in Musashi so we parted ways. Mother never made it. She died on the way. Lord Sesshoumaru showed up to make sure that she received a proper funeral and burial. I still visit her grave as often as I can”
“ What happened after that, Lord Inuyasha?”
“When I woke up the day after the funeral my brother had vanished leaving me with provisions I struggled toward Musashi, but I never lived in a human village again. My brother would check on me from time to time. Each time he would test me to see if my survival skills were developing properly.”
Rin digested what Inuyasha had said and brightened. “ So Lord Inuyasha is just like Rin. I was saved by Lord Sesshoumaru just like you were. The only difference is that I followed Lord Sesshoumaru whereas you overslept and were left behind. Lord Sesshoumaru always warned us that this would happen to us if Master Jaken and I did not keep up. Lord Sesshoumaru never forget Rin and never left her behind. Just like Rin, Lord Sesshoumaru never forgot you and always came back to see you. Someday Lord Sesshoumaru will come for both of us and will not be left behind any more.”
Inuyasha listened incredulously to Rin. He remembered the years of hiding from humans and demons who wanted to kill him in the forest. He remembered each and every beating that Sesshoumaru had given him which he euphemistically referred to as training. It was there in those dark days he had learned to hate his brother. Each time he killed one of his pursuers he imagined it was his brother. Yet in his dreams he dreamed of living save and warm with his brother in the Western Shiro. The dreams had given hope, but his thirst for revenge had given him hope.
No, Rin our memories of Sesshoumaru are very different. You were left with Jaken and Ah-Un knowing he would come for you. I was left alone dreading the day that he would return for Training Day. To you being left behind meant that you had to wait for the day when you knight in shining armor would come for you. To me it meant that my brother had left to sink or swim. If I survived, it would because I had learned how to kill those who hated me. I knew that no knight in shining armor would come for me. Only a sadistic beast who took great pleasure in beating me while he told me what a shameful creature I was because of my dirty blood.
Miroku slipped away. He found the stories enlightening. They reflected the character of Rin and Inuyasha. Both of them had been greatly affected by their encounters with Sesshoumaru. To Rin Sesshoumaru would always be the person who saved her from death and gave her a better life. It was no wonder that she waited for her Lord Sesshoumaru to come and take her away to the Western Shiro. Inuyasha had also been saved by Sesshoumaru.
He knew the rest of the story. Inuyasha had told him of his encounters with his brother when he was younger and why he hated him. He could understand why Inuyasha did not Rin about his treatment. She would never believe anything bad about Sesshoumaru. Instead, she would probably presume that Lord Sesshoumaru had done was right for Inuyasha and that he too just needed to wait for his brother to come and bring him home.
It was a dilemma. Fortunately, it was not his. He was getting hungry.and being home with Sango for made him appreciate her treasures all the more. He turned his sights toward. He felt lucky tonight. .
.
Author: landofthekwt
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Week 3: Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or your self-confidence. - Robert Frost Inuyasha Quotes September 2009 Week 3
Word Count:3007
Warning: None
Summary: Chapter 5 of Left_Behind
The lessons continued for Rin and Inuyasha. Every time Rin would learn something new from Miroku she would spend the next day under Goshinboku. The hanyou would stare down at the markings she made on the paper.
When she was finished, she would leave paper and ink under the tree. The next day she would find a stack of papers with her work duplicated in a hand reminiscent of style of the Kamakura court.
When she showed the work to Miroku, he was shocked. He had always assumed that his friend was illiterate. Never had he seen such elegant work. The boy had practiced with the best that the court had to offer until he was six.
His education had been interrupted by the end of the Kamakura era and the immolation of the Houjou in their temple. For some reason Inuyasha had decided to resume his education after a delay of three hundred thirty years.
Miroku was curious. Inuyasha had never shown any interest in education. It always seemed as if he thought that Kagome’s education was useless. Was it just an act? Why the sudden interest in learning to write kanji after all of these years.
Kagome could have taught him what she knew. For a price Miroku would have taken on the hanyou as a student. What was it about Rin that made the hanyou suddenly willing to apply brush to paper.
He decided to see for himself. Rin was seated underneath Goshinboku diligently applying the ink to the paper. He had never considered teaching until Kagome approached him. Rin was making considerable progress
It had surprised him. For some reason he had believed all of the things that his age taught him about the ability of women to be educated beyond the skills taught behind the shouji screen.Rin was showing him the error of his ways.
He had spent so much time concentrating on Sango that he had ignored the fact that Kagome possessed more knowledge of the world and more education than anyone in his era. Maybe it was because she was always bemoaning the fact that she was failing in her classes because she had to hunt jewel shards.
They were lucky that Naraku had never known this fact about Kagome. He would have been better off concentrating on Kagome instead of Kikyou. Chalk it up to a victory for unrequited love.
He turned his attention to Rin. She was chattering away to herself apparently while she patientlycopied her lessons for the day. A pile of paper and an ink pot were beside her, but untouched.
Inuyasha was laying back in the tree apparently sleeping. Miroku knew better. He had come to know the hanyou since that day he tried to take the Jewel and kill Inuyasha.
He knew that Inuyasha could hear every word that Rin said. Nothing escaped him. Despite the hanyou’s seeming lack of interest, he knew that the hanyou was taking careful note of what Rin was doing.
The hanyou had an eye for detail. He had a hand which would make any scribe jealous. It must be that court-based education he received behind his mother’s shouji screen.
Miroku wondered why he hid it. Kagome had never known. In her eyes he would always be the boy who had hated the fact that she was in school and resented every minute that the books took her away from him.
Why now and why with Rin. Rin had done nothing to encourage it in the first place. Though now she provided the pen, ink, the lessons and the companionship.
Was Inuyasha just lonely? He and Miroku had been together on the road. He and Kagome had been married for a short time. Now he was spending his time teaching Rin and Kagome was with Sesshoumaru. Was he just reaching out to Rin because he needed someone there with him or was it Rin in particular?
Inuyasha had been his companion for six years now. They had spent much time on the road together. Yet he knew so little about him. He was a little jealous that Inuyasha was opening up to her and not to him.
As he listened to Rin, she was not talking about anything in particular. She bore the entire brunt of the conversation. There was news of the village. What she was learning from Kaede. The latest antics of Miroku and Sango’s children.
Her anecdotes amused him. She seemed to spend more time with his children than he did. Although he had asked many women to bear his child, he had never considered raising them.
Until recently he had been on the road most of the time making money to provide for his growing family. Only now when he was Rin’s teacher did he have time to spend with his children. He was thankful that Sesshoumaru had given him the opportunity to really be a father to the children.
The fact that Inuyasha had not said a word to her did not seem to bother Rin. Perhaps it was her
relation to Sesshoumaru. He had never broached the subject of Sesshoumaru with her deeming it a private thing. He just assumed that she did all of the talking around Sesshoumaru.
She began to talk about the last visit from Sesshoumaru. It was Lord Sesshoumaru this and Lord Sesshoumaru that. It was easy to see who she loved. It had to hurt Inuyasha to listen to another girl talk about how wonderful Lord Seshoumaru was.
Sometimes it did seem that she was clueless. Did she not realize how much Inuyasha hated his brother? Was she not aware that it hurt to hear how happy Kagome and her child were with Sesshoumaru? Sometimes he had to wonder about how an otherwise intelligent girl like Rin could not see the pain she was inflicting?
There was a rumble from the tree. Miroku covered his head expecting invective from an angry hanyou. Instead there was a sigh and a single question. “ How did you meet my brother, Rin?”
Rin stopped in the middle of her babbling. It was if she was surprised that he spoke to her. Sesshoumaru rarely talked to her. For the most part Inuyasha sat in his tree listening to her.She had not expected him to speak.A smile came over her face as if she was considering a special memory which was close to her heart. At last she began to speak.
“I lived in the village where my family was killed by bandits. Although they allowed me to live in my parent’s house, the villagers did not feed or clothe me. No one would talk to me or be kind to me after my family died. They thought that they were being kind because they allowed me to live. They beat me when I did not appreciate what they had done for me by stealing their fish. I was still in shock from what happened to my parents and could not speak.”
“One day I was walking in the forest when I saw the most beautiful person that I had ever seen. He was dressed in magnificent white silk garments, but clothes were all bloody. I could not understand how or why anyone could hurt such a beautiful and powerful man I was drawn to help him not because I felt sorry for him. I just knew that it was the right thing to do. The villagers had left me to starve. How could I treat him like they did me? I brought him food and water every day.”
“He refused the food, but he did drink the water. I continued to feed him even though he rebuked me for doing so and the villagers beat me for stealing their fish to give to him. When he saw me after I was beaten for a moment he seemed concerned by what he saw. It made me happy that he cared enough to ask about me. He was the only person who had even thought of me since my family was killed.”
“I returned to the village only to find a wolf demon in my hut. He was being chased by wolves After he was caught and killed by a person that I later learned was Kouga, Kouga allowed his wolves to kill the rest of the villagers. I ran and ran. Somehow I knew that if I could just reach Lord Sesshoumaru I would be saved. The wolves were too fast for me. I felt their teeth piercing my flesh. I screamed for Lord Sesshoumaru and then everything went black.”
“ The next thing I knew Lord Sesshouamru was holding me in his arms. When he saw that I was awake his expression lightened. I knew that he was happy. He laid me down and started to walk away I knew that I should follow him. He would provide for me and keep me. I have followed him ever since that day. Sometimes he leaves for a time, but Lord Sesshoumaru always returns for me.”
“ I later discovered that Lord Sesshoumaru had saved my life with Tenseiga. How could I not love the man who raised me from the dead and has provided for me ever since that day? I would follow him to the ends of earth and I would wait for him forever. He is the strongest, bravest kindest most beautiful person that I have ever known. No one can beat him. I cannot understand how anyone could not love and respect him”
Inuyasha was stunned. Her confession put him in a bind. She had forgiven Kouga for having his wolves kill her. How would she feel if she knew that he was the person who had hurt Sesshoumaru? The injuries to Sesshoumaru had to be those caused by the windscar.
Now he knew what had happened to his brother after he was thrown far away by Tessaiga and protected from death by Tenseiga. Would Rin forgive him if she knew? He had grown used to her presence. It was easy to understand how attached Sesshoumaru had grown to her. It was also easy to understand why she worshiped the ground he walked on.
Once he had been like her. The little boy saved by his great heroic brother who seemed larger than life. It was so many years ago and so many bad memories. It was hard to belief that he had once been that naive. Then he had believed that his brother was his savior and that he could do no wrong.
That was a long time ago. So much water under the bridge. So much bad blood. Totosai had told him that he was given the sword to prevent him from having a poor lot in life. If that was the case, it should have given to him three hundred years ago. His poor lot in life had started the day the day he met Sesshoumaru.
Rin was watching him intently. She had just told him one of her deepest secrets at his request. Yet now he said nothing. As she gazed at him, she realized that when he held his emotions in check he was no different from Sesshoumaru.
He never responded to anything she said either. Somehow she had hoped for more from Inuyasha. He was more like her. She would never see him as a god like Lord Sesshoumaru. There was after all only one Lord Sesshoumaru. She tried to draw him out.
“ How did you meet Lord Sesshoumaru, Lord Inuyasha?”
He stared intently at her as if trying to read what was going on in her mind. Finally, he sighed and decided that she was not going to let him get away without answering. Searching his memories he found the earliest he had of his brother. He had only been six. It was sketchy at best but it would have to do.
“ My mother had brought me to the court of the Shogun in Kamakura when Prince Morikuni was shogun and my uncle Houjou Moritoki. was regent. We lived in peace until the Emperor was exiled. My mother and I lived together in the women’s quarters and she taught me women’s letters and how to write my name in kanji. We were protected by the power of my grandfather and my grandmother who had interceded on my behalf when neither my mother’s people nor my father’s people would give us shelter”
“Even though I was only six I remember the end of Kamakura so vividly. The besiegers were about to break through. My relatives headed to the Temple for a mass suicide. In the end more than eighty people burned in the Temple of the Houjou. It was the end of an era. The regent, their families and their samurai all died together”
“Except for us. Because my mother had me, she was considered to be unclean as was I and not worthy of joining them in the Temple. They thought we had no honor. All the people who had protected us all my life were leaving and telling us to go. I remember my mother dragging me through the streets of Kamakura as the fires burned and the Emperor and his allies raped and pillaged”
“And then when all hope was gone, he was there standing like a kami. To me he was everything I had always dreamed of. I actually called him father. My mother quickly corrected me. This was Sesshoumaru my half-brother. I still do not know what he thought of me. He looked at me as if I were a bug making an irritating noise., but I saw my hero. "
“He saved us from the fires and the plunder that was going on around us. He was family. My brother. I just knew that he would take me to the Western Shiro and I could learn how to be a proper youkai. Our human relatives had failed us. Surely, Lord Sesshoumaru, the heir to the Lord of the West would not abandon his brother.”
“He took us out of the burning city and led us to human habitation. He seemed to know that Mother would try to reach her relatives in Musashi so we parted ways. Mother never made it. She died on the way. Lord Sesshoumaru showed up to make sure that she received a proper funeral and burial. I still visit her grave as often as I can”
“ What happened after that, Lord Inuyasha?”
“When I woke up the day after the funeral my brother had vanished leaving me with provisions I struggled toward Musashi, but I never lived in a human village again. My brother would check on me from time to time. Each time he would test me to see if my survival skills were developing properly.”
Rin digested what Inuyasha had said and brightened. “ So Lord Inuyasha is just like Rin. I was saved by Lord Sesshoumaru just like you were. The only difference is that I followed Lord Sesshoumaru whereas you overslept and were left behind. Lord Sesshoumaru always warned us that this would happen to us if Master Jaken and I did not keep up. Lord Sesshoumaru never forget Rin and never left her behind. Just like Rin, Lord Sesshoumaru never forgot you and always came back to see you. Someday Lord Sesshoumaru will come for both of us and will not be left behind any more.”
Inuyasha listened incredulously to Rin. He remembered the years of hiding from humans and demons who wanted to kill him in the forest. He remembered each and every beating that Sesshoumaru had given him which he euphemistically referred to as training. It was there in those dark days he had learned to hate his brother. Each time he killed one of his pursuers he imagined it was his brother. Yet in his dreams he dreamed of living save and warm with his brother in the Western Shiro. The dreams had given hope, but his thirst for revenge had given him hope.
No, Rin our memories of Sesshoumaru are very different. You were left with Jaken and Ah-Un knowing he would come for you. I was left alone dreading the day that he would return for Training Day. To you being left behind meant that you had to wait for the day when you knight in shining armor would come for you. To me it meant that my brother had left to sink or swim. If I survived, it would because I had learned how to kill those who hated me. I knew that no knight in shining armor would come for me. Only a sadistic beast who took great pleasure in beating me while he told me what a shameful creature I was because of my dirty blood.
Miroku slipped away. He found the stories enlightening. They reflected the character of Rin and Inuyasha. Both of them had been greatly affected by their encounters with Sesshoumaru. To Rin Sesshoumaru would always be the person who saved her from death and gave her a better life. It was no wonder that she waited for her Lord Sesshoumaru to come and take her away to the Western Shiro. Inuyasha had also been saved by Sesshoumaru.
He knew the rest of the story. Inuyasha had told him of his encounters with his brother when he was younger and why he hated him. He could understand why Inuyasha did not Rin about his treatment. She would never believe anything bad about Sesshoumaru. Instead, she would probably presume that Lord Sesshoumaru had done was right for Inuyasha and that he too just needed to wait for his brother to come and bring him home.
It was a dilemma. Fortunately, it was not his. He was getting hungry.and being home with Sango for made him appreciate her treasures all the more. He turned his sights toward. He felt lucky tonight. .
.