Tratare de dar más información, del lado derecho la joven con traje de cazadora de demonios es la hija de Rin y Kohaku, es una joven de 13 años por parte de su padre se inspiro a ser parte del clan de cazadores de demonios, ella tiene una relación con Moroha muy cercana casi como si fuera su hermana mayor y de mucho respeto. Del lado izquierdo es un personaje que todos conocemos Moroha hija de Inuyasha y Kagome, solo que esta Moroha tiene 16 años con una personalidad y ropa más inspirada en su madre más juvenil ( siento que con la crianza de Kagome hubiera sido más influenciada su parte femenina y audacia) estas dos jovenes trabajan juntas son muy unidas relación como de hermanas.
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For the father of the bride, it’s a difficult day.
Read about it in my one shot 5 Years Removed. Excerpt under the cut!
Rated T
@hogoshamaruweek-2021 DAY 7: Sesshoumaru & Rin/Kohaku
Sesshoumaru didn't let his distaste show as he took in her appearance. Formal wasn't Rin's style, and he found it didn't suit her at all.
He could tell she was waiting for him to speak first, but worried she might not make it if he waited much longer – eagerness had her nearly bursting at the seams.
"You look..."
Childish hope was always something he attributed to her, but at this moment, he found that didn't suit her either. The anxiety lacing her aura was not that of a child, and neither was the way she presented herself. It stung in a way he had never experienced before.
"... very mature."
Her aura instantly lightened, and she smirked. "Thanks, you too."
The flat look he gave only tempered her foolish grin, and then her nerves were right back.
"Don't suppose you'd deign the bride a dance?"
She was trying not to fidget under his stoic expression, and failing miserably, as she awaited his answer.
"It is your day," he finally said, lifting his chin superiorly. "Considering what it cost you, how could I refuse?"
She ignored the barb as they stepped toward one another tentatively - this was bold new territory. He could place his hand between her shoulder blades while keeping a modest distance and took her hand with the other. The music was calm and pleasant in the background, but despite the generous wealth of space the other guests were affording them, they were not moving much.
She'd never once seen him dance, but she didn't doubt for a second that he could. Simple movements fluidly executed were nothing compared to how he fought, and he accomplished both with a deceptive thoughtlessness that made him seem bored.
"Did you watch the ceremony?" she asked, bending her neck back a bit.
"No."
"That's okay." And not a surprise. She smiled sadly. "I worried you wouldn't come at all."
"I had not intended to," he said. "As per your request."
They moved casually with the music, at his behest, despite the heavy conversation.
"I'm so glad you did. What changed your mind?"
Inhuman irises darted quickly to the side, and alerted her to another freshly reunited couple dancing not too far away. Rin had a feeling he hadn't been influenced by his brother.
"It's wonderful she's back."
Whether he agreed or not was for her to decipher. She knew him better than most, but even Rin had a hard time determining what was in the daiyoukai's head most of the time. She could recognize that emotion well enough, though.
"Are you angry?" He didn't need to answer.
"Yes."
Teeth scraping her lip, she asked, "At me?"
All-seeing amber that watched over her as a child was boring down at her now, but it wasn't the same. He was still looking out for her, still assessing her condition silently, but his concern took on a different shade.
Perhaps even he didn't know; he looked a little lost himself.
"No," he said more softly, and her relief was palpable.
"At Kohaku?" she asked next, extinguishing any softness she'd inspired within the demon in an instant, and bowed her head. "I'm sorry for disappointing you."
She grew sadder when he didn't refute it.
"Do you regret your decision?"
Rin's chin lifted instantly. "Not at all." She wanted to be clear – she was sorry that she had disappointed him, but not for how.
She held his gaze fiercely, and he realized she wasn't going to back down. Neither was he one to break from an intimidating stare-down, but he had other recourse.
"Hn. Should the day arrive," he effortlessly maneuvered the hand holding hers, leading her in a simple twirl before she was before him once more. "This One will be here to remedy it."
He reclaimed her so easily, as if proving that he could. His perfect control brooked no argument, but both knew it was faulty. Small fingers curled into the fabric at his arm.
"You were all the family I needed," she smiled weakly. "Which is good, because you were all I had."
"That changed." His focus shifted to the dancing siblings.
"It doesn't mean I don't still need you." Releasing his silk lest she deform it; Rin placed her hand on the much sturdier breast plate of his armor, and grabbed on. Shaking it tore his attention away from her husband. "I always will - nothing will change that."
He looked like he didn't believe her, or else just didn't understand. Desperation to accomplish either gave her a sense of urgency, as though she had only the duration of this dance to get through to him.
"But there comes a time when we need more from our family," she tried to explain. "A different kind of love. Children of our own."
"You think to lecture me thus?" he asked, raising an incredulous brow.
"I think you're ready to hear it," she teased, repressing a giggle and earned another flat glare from the demon lord.
But sometimes, she really did wonder if he knew how families worked. In the time she'd known him, he certainly never showed any interest in spending time with a female – and not for lack of options.
When it was obvious someone wanted to spend that kind of time with her lord, he either ignored them, played aloof, or just outright rejected them. He seemed happy with his little family just the way it was, but he had to know she wasn't going to be a little girl forever. She wondered many times if he truly didn't have those kinds of feelings, or if he simply didn't want to.
"Just know," she placed her little hand over the lip of his breast plate and grasped it, "that when you start feeling like you need something more, it's okay to act on it. I want you to be happy, Sesshoumaru-sama."
Imploring brown eyes could see he was confounded by her assessment; but he remained silent, and held her gaze to assure her he was listening - possibly because he didn't know what to say.
"Just because I'm growing up, it doesn't mean I'm leaving you all together. And maybe the next person you keep can be there for you in even more ways."
She'd cracked open his heart just enough to let a human inside. She hoped that someone would be able to wedge themselves in further, touch him deeper. The thought of him alone again was almost enough to make her call off the wedding – but she couldn't be his little girl forever, and she knew he wanted her to be happy too.
"I will always be your daughter," she vowed, "but maybe now that I'm grown, you will want to make some of your own."
His eyes slightly widened before he seemed to need to remove them from hers to contemplate this information.
"You're a great father, Sesshoumaru-sama. You have so much to offer the world." Her smile took on an impish quality. "I just hope you realize that while I'm still around to see it. I want to meet my siblings someday."
He frowned as the ghost of that childish hope he knew better taunted him once more.
Despite the fact he was leading, she drifted toward him of her own accord.
"I'm so happy you are here," she told him, squeezing the hand holding hers.
Though more familiar with him than any other living being, touching was still a rare and fleeting thing. When he had to carry her, or assess her, or rescue her in any way; it was permitted. But when it came to affection, she could count on one hand how many times he'd let his linger on her cheek, or her shoulder, or her head to express his fondness.
But oh, how many times she'd wanted to hug him, to express her fondness, and assure him of it. To let him know that somebody cared about him, and always would. She knew he would appreciate it if he ever let it happen; he would like it. But 'hands off the daiyoukai' was an unspoken but clear pack rule.
They'd never danced like this before – nothing of the like – so she got the feeling it was a goodbye of sorts. A parting gift and a wedding gift all wrapped into one. He didn't know it was only the latter.
"I didn't want to get married without your blessing, but you gave me no choice." Her distress was beginning to mount as the dance neared its end. "I'm really sor-"
"Rin," his stern voice efficiently silenced her. "what have I always told you?"
A youthful brow crinkled in earnest contemplation. "Jaken-sama is not a ladder?"
His lip twitched.
"Do as you please."
The hand on her back pulled her in, gentle and cautious in respects to his armor. Her arm hooked around his back to squeeze harder than he was willing to.
She closed her eyes, unaware that he had done the same, but tears not of sadness began wetting the seams as she felt a soothing rumble against his breast plate.
