Lord Sesshomaru and the Inu Demon Girl

My Memories Are Gone

It was dark that much I knew. My heart was aching in my chest, my body was cold, and there was nothing. It was black, and when I opened my eyes, it still seamed black. Though, there was the hint of a few flickering stars that sparked in the light of the full moon. It was blurry, and when I lifted my arm it felt heavy, as if something was weighing it down. Rubbing my eyes, the world became a little clearer. I saw trees, visible only because of my keen eyesight. I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know who I was.

            There was a…a demon standing in front of me. His face was full of markings. There was a crescent moon on his forehead, and something that looked like two slashes on both cheeks, triangle like. Who was this man? He seemed so angry as he stood above me, a sword in his hand. He lifted his face a little when he saw me looking at him, and then put his sword away before turning around and walking away. He was wearing white, which was all I could see because my vision was starting to become blurred again.

            I heard a sound, of perhaps a voice talking. It was rather irritating and high pitched. He was screaming, begging the man not to leave. He said a name, but I couldn’t quite catch it. I saw something move beside me, and I could smell the stench of human. I turned my head, but pain raced up my spine. She was a little girl, and couldn’t be any older than six. Her hair was black as night. It was all I could…all I could. The world started going black again.

            I woke up the next day feeling a lot better. I was in a cave, and didn’t know if what I had seen was a dream. I didn’t know where I was, who I was, or what was going on. My memories….they were gone. I picked up a knee and rested my clawed hand on it. From what I could see I had no injuries. I wiggled my ears on top of my head and listened to my surrounding. I could hear a deer feeding on grass in the forest, and birds nesting with their children. I could hear everything, though some of the sounds I could not place.

            Standing up and flicking my tail from side to side I took my hands and ran them over my body. I was wearing the white top with red trimmings of a kimono, and the bottoms of them red with white trimmings. I didn’t have anything in my pockets. My hair was tied up in a red ribbon, a long pony tail with silver hair that went down to my butt. Why is it that I remember I am a dog demon, yet I cannot remember where I come from or even what I had on me before everything was just darkness?

            It was fairly lit inside of the cave, and I knew it was very bright outside. I went outside and put my arm up to block the blinding sunlight. My eyes, which I could remember were a golden color, burned. It was as if I hadn’t seen sunlight in days. The grass beneath my bare feet was a beautiful green just like the leaves on the tall trees. I could hear a stream running nearby and decided it would be the best area to stay for a little while.

            I walked, finally able to drop my arm as my eyes adjusted, slowly as I was examining my surroundings. It was a very decent place, an abundance of animals which meant plenty of food for me. However, I could smell something. The scent was…different. I couldn’t quite remember what it meant, but something was telling me it was dangerous which equaled problem because I didn’t have a weapon of any kind. Ignoring the feeling, I kept heading toward the loud sound of the water smashing into the larger body of water.

            By the depth of the splash, I could tell it wasn’t a very large waterfall, and it wasn’t a large pound either. I didn’t hear continuous running water yet, so I figured that the water I was heading to have been just a pond which would gather small animals for me to feed on. Granted, I would rather not chase them down with simply my claws and large teeth, and I would greatly rather not chase them down in my large beast form. If only I had a weapon.

            I stopped, because there was another scent in the air. It was familiar, something I had smelled before, but I couldn’t remember because the memory wouldn’t come to me. I walked slowly and carefully. There was something in the smell that I found kind and gentle, though I didn’t know why. The smell of water was getting stronger, and the pond was coming into view. I saw through the trees something that looked like a two headed dragon. It was large, much larger than I, and had a saddle on its back. Its eyes were a piercing yellow with a slit as a pupil that turned toward me as I cowered behind a tree.

            It didn’t say anything, but I knew because it had a saddle that its owner must be close by. Walking out slowly and twitched my ears and listened for something. I heard a voice behind the dragon, a small innocent voice. The animal rose to its feet, revealing two small feet behind it. She was wearing an orange and cream wrap kimono, and had to be around five. I walked toward her, but the dragon’s heads turned toward me, almost angry. A small demon walked in front of it, asking if it was alright until he turned toward me. He was caring a staff of some sort. He was green and small with a beak-like mouth. He looked like a lizard, but I wasn’t sure.

            One again I was angered by the fact that I could remember these things, yet I could not remember who I was or where I was. The little demon pointed at me. “Oh look Rin,” he stated, his voice sounding very familiar. I had heard it in the dream. “Are you the demon Lord Sesshomaru used his Tessaiga on last night?” He spoke again, directing the question on me, yet I had no idea what he was talking about. “Can you speak?” he asked, and I narrowed my eyes at him. Suddenly the little child walked around the dragon, with big brown eyes that were curious and flowers in her hand.

            “Of course it is Jaken. I remember!” she came bounding to me, a hand full of white flowers with a yellow center. The scent…it was that as a human. She seemed harmless enough, but something about the smell. It was the smell I felt was dangerous not moments ago. Was she the smell? She must’ve been. “Here you go!” she looked up at me with a kind smile as her eyes were closed. She seemed pleased with her action. I reached forward, taking the three flowers into my hand and holding it next to me limply. My face was plain as I watched her smile even bigger and skip back to the little demon.

            “Hello! Am I being ignored here!” the little demon, Jaken, bounced up and down angrily. “I asked you a question!” he looked at me, almost dropping his staff to the ground. I looked over to him and then lifted my hand with the flowers and stared at them. The little girl, the human known as Rin, I had seen her before in the dream. However the more this seemed to play out; the more I started realizing it wasn’t a dream.

            I looked at him...”I-“ I opened my mouth, trying to speak, but I didn’t know what to say. Could I tell this stranger that I had lost my memories? He seemed to know me. “I can speak.” I decided against it. “The young girl answered for me.” I added, knowing it would be a good back up for my silence.

            “My name is Rin.” The young girl pet the dragon as she looked at me with a smile.  Another smell, another one of the smells that had entered my nose on the way there, the other one I couldn’t place. I looked over as the branches rustled and man in white, no a demon, walked through the trees. He was wearing a large fur around his shoulder that trailed behind him. It was white like his hair, perhaps it was silver. He was the man I had seen in my dreams, or what I had thought was a dream. He had a crescent moon on his forehead, two marking on each cheek, and had a sharp face and distinct line. He was wearing black shoes, and had two swords in his yellow belt with a blue-like trimming that wrapped around a back armor with a metal thing that came out of it and hovered over his shoulder. His arms were long, with sharp nails a lot like mine.

            His kimono is white with red flower pedals at the top that trim the ends of his sleeves. He was…beautiful. However, his face was dark as his white skin was pale in the light. He had a strict face, lips that were in a line, eyes that were cold and distant. There was something that was very dangerous about him, yet I seemed intrigued. He looked at me and then at the two comrades, and kept walking toward them without talking. “We need to get moving.” He said simply, and his voice was calm and collected.  

            I stepped forward and the tall man turned to look at me. I wish I could tell what he was thinking, and if he even wanted me there or remembered me though I had never had any memory of me meeting him. “I…” I started, not sure what to say. I didn’t know what to do.