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Syao Blossoms, thanks for editing.

A/N:I'm bored to death and can't continue my main stories so i wrote something else. I don't like the idea of bearing a matting mark. one of the reason is that it's equal to imprison a person. Give me your thought and review please.

She bared a mating mark. She was now mated and was untouchable by any other male other than her own mate. If she was intimate with any other male or a male forced himself on her, she would suffer like she was being slowly cut open all over her body. She would burn, bleed, but she would live. That was her fate. The fate of a female who had a mate.

A dead mate.

Sesshomaru tore of the demon's head as he was trying to force himself on her. He came to her aid. But it was too late because the mating mark already had been imprinted on her neck. It was too late.

Too late.

How he hated that word.

He had seen females being forced into mating before, though he never cared until this moment. Until it was Rin. His Rin.

Now he could not touch her the way he wanted. The way he should and the way it had always meant to be.

It should have been his mark she bore.

She was smiling by his side. She would always remain by his side whether he could touch her or not. Caressed her and do all that lovers should with her, he could not do any of that. Because if he ever tried, she would be pleading to die and he could not bear such thought.

But he would not give up on her. He would slowly find a way to lift that curse mate mark off of her.

Because he had realized he wanted her to wear his. Be his. Only his.

(12-28-12)