Monday, January 02, 2006

Happy Birthday, Sesshoumaru!

"Happy Birthday, Sesshoumaru!"

This story I wrote is a little sugary for my taste, but I like it anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the associated characters. They are Rumiko Takahashi's characters. I am only borrowing them to tell a story.

"Sesshoumaru-sama?" Rin said inquisitively.

"Yes, Rin?" Sesshoumaru answered. They had settled down for the day and were sitting by the fire.

"When is your birthday, Sesshoumaru-sama?"

Sesshoumaru thought for a moment. He had heard talk among mortals about celebrating a birthday. No demon, however, had ever mentioned such a celebration.

"What is a birthday, Rin?"

Rin smiled and began to talk quickly. "It's a day when you celebrate the day you were born since you're one year older. Everyone gives the person who is having their birthday presents and everyone eats sweet cakes!"

Rather ironic for mortals to celebrate getting one year closer to the end of their short lives, Sesshoumaru thought.

"I don't know when my birthday is, Rin. I have never celebrated such a day."

"That's sad, Sesshoumaru-sama," Rin said. She sat for a while looking into the fire thinking.

Slowly, a smile crept over her face. She kept this smile on her face as she laid down by Sesshoumaru to go to sleep.


The next day, Rin ran around all day picking the prettiest flowers she could find. When she had enough that she liked, she made them into a ring.

At the end of the day, they stopped and rested. After Rin finished eating, she looked at Sesshoumaru and smiled.

"Sesshoumaru-sama," she said in a sing-song voice.

"Yes, Rin?"

Rin grabbed the ring of flowers she had made. Somewhat unwillingly, Sesshoumaru allowed her to place the ring of flowers on his head.

"Why are you doing this, Rin?"

"You don't know when you birthday is, Sesshoumaru-sama, so Rin decided that today is you birthday! Rin has one more gift for you!" She suddenly put something in Sesshoumaru's hand.
When Sesshoumaru looked in his hand, he discovered that he had a little wooden butterfly hair pin. It had little designs intricately carved in its wings. As he looked at the pin, he saw the fire cast a warm glow over it.

"Rin's parents gave it to her," she said. "Rin wants you to have it."

Sesshoumaru stared at the little butterfly for a while. He then closed his hands around it.

"Do you like it, Sesshoumaru?" Rin asked nervously.

He reached out and hugged her. No words were needed to answer her question.

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