Sesshomaru walked in silence, with Jaken following close by. Since Rin and A-Un were no longer around to cause him so much worry, the little imp didn’t have to hurry to keep up as much.
While Jaken may not have cared much for Rin, Sesshomaru on the other hand missed having her with him. Unlike Jaken, she never tried to speak for him, and she always did as he said. Sesshomaru was Rin’s hero, and she loved him. And he loved her, almost like a father would his daughter. Though it would be beneath him to speak it aloud. Nevertheless, it was difficult leaving Rin in that human village with his half-breed brother, Inuyasha, and his friends. But Sesshomaru finds comfort knowing she would be safe. Rin has already died twice in the time she’s spent with him and Jaken. If Sesshomaru lost her a third time—a final time—he didn’t know what he would do.
The wind blew past, carrying flower petals, and a variety of scents with it. Sesshomaru never though of wind the