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AN: Here is the first chapter of the sequel to Her Name is Rin. Please review!
My Father's Sword – Rin's Mission
"Foolish girl!" a small toad-like youkai grumbled to himself. "Our master told us to stay put, but does she listen? No! So I have to go off and find her so we don't get into trouble when our master gets back. It's a wonder he even keeps the brat around!" He turned and glared at his two-headed dragon companion. "And just what are you laughing at, Ah-Un? It's not funny!"
"Jaken," Ah said with some mirth, "you do realize that if Rin succeeds in tracking Sesshoumaru-sama, he'll be proud of her skills, not angry with her?"
"Yeah," Un added, unable to resist, "and he'll be angry with you for not adequately protecting her."
Jaken sighed in despair. "That girl is going to be the death of him yet." he muttered, referring to the soft spot Sesshoumaru had developed for the young woman. Ah-Un merely laughed at him. "Seriously, though, she ought to have a mate by now! She's sixteen years old."
"She'll find a mate in her own time." Ah assured him. "And when she does, he'll be one lucky youkai."
"Speaking of," Un said uncertainly, "here comes Rin. Something has her upset."
"Jaken-sama! Ah-Un!" Rin skidded to a halt in front of them, her breath coming in short, ragged gaps. "Sesshoumaru-sama is in trouble! Look what I found!" Before either of her companions could protest, she thrust her find at them.
He stared at the cascading rain forlornly, pain shooting through him every time he shifted. He had been forced to retreat from the fight, but he knew they had tracked him. It would only be a matter of time before he was captured.
And he would be captured. He was in no condition to run, much less fight. They would find him, and it would be a blessing if they killed him on sight.
Somehow, he doubted they would be so merciful.
He had left her the sword. Was that the right decision? He didn't know. She would follow him, regardless; all he had done was made sure she was protected on her journey.
His nose wrinkled in distaste. They were coming once again. This time, he wouldn't be able to stop them. He sighed in resignation.
Be safe, Rin. I'm sorry I won't be there for you.
Rin studied the sword, barely noticing the cheery fire burning brightly in front of her. "Why would Sesshoumaru leave his sword?" she wondered. From across the fire, Ah-Un looked up at her.
"He could have just dropped it, you know." Ah pointed out.
Rin shook her head. "No. If he had dropped it, he would have gone back for it. It's not like him to abandon Tokijin."
Un gave her an odd look. "But why leave it where only you would find it?" he commented. Rin shrugged and lightly touched the pommel of the weapon.
Rin has Tokijin?
She blinked in surprise. It had been a long time since Tokijin had spoken to her, not since the final battle. Yes, she thought back. I have you right now.
Rin must find Sesshoumaru.
She nodded. Right. But where do I begin? I don't even know where to look!
Rin has Tokijin. Tokijin is connected to Inuyasha. Inuyasha has Tetsusaiga. Tetsusaiga is connected to Tenseiga. Tenseiga is wielded by Sesshoumaru.
Rin's eyes lit. That's it! "Get some rest, Ah-Un." she said. "Tomorrow we hunt down Inuyasha." She lay on her back on the grass, one hand still on Tokijin. When she had used the blade last, it had granted her the senses of a youkai. Hopefully it would do so again.
Ah watched as Rin slid into sleep. "She's more like her father than either of them realize." he commented. Un nodded. "I wonder how long before we find him."
Un would have shrugged, if he'd been capable of it. "I don't know. I just hope it's soon. After all, who knows what hell he's being put through?"
"Or what hell Rin will have to go through to find him." Ah agreed. "Unfortunately, there's only so much we can do."
"That's why she has Tokijin right now." Un said dryly. "Enough of this – let's get some sleep, brother. We have a busy day tomorrow." Ah nodded agreement and lay down with his brother. Soon everyone in the camp was asleep.
Except the sword.