Two halves of one soul
Chapter 1-Injuries and prisoners
The tall dog demon scowled darkly as he drew his sword, his youngest son cowered before him.
“You have disgraced this family, filthy half-breed!”
Inuyasha’s face paled as a single tear ran down his face, he looked up at his father and saw the hatred in his eyes.
“Please, father. I did not mean to…I…I’m sorry.”
The great dog demon snarled and brought down his blade on Inu Yasha’s back cutting a deep groove in the flesh, Inuyasha whimpered softly but stood his ground.
In a darkened room Inuyasha stirred fitfully in his sleep, Rin moved closer to him trying to hear what he said.
The reed door was pushed aside and Jaken entered slowly.
“Lord Sesshoumaru is on his way.”
Rin turned and regarded the small toad-like demon thoughtfully.
“He’s hurt, Jaken. Who is he? Why did you bring him here?”
Jaken scowled at the young mortal girl but happiness bubbled within him, he had finally done something to make his lord proud.
“This half-blooded fool is Lord Sesshoumaru’s brother, Inuyasha. They are enemies and when I saw him lying wounded on the road I knew my Lord would want him taken captive.”
Jaken began to laugh, sure of his master’s approval.
Rin didn’t know why but rage welled up inside her as she watched Jaken laugh, she suddenly despised the demon more than anything. But before she could say anything their tall and powerful master walked silently into the room.
His eyes widened slightly at the sight of Inuyasha in his castle but other than that his expression remained neutral, even slightly disdainful, as always.
“My Lord!” Jaken almost threw himself to the floor in a bow. “I brought you…”
Sesshoumaru cut his words off a slight wave of his hand; he glided gracefully across the room and crouched next to his half-brother’s sleeping body. His keen demonic eyes saw each bead of sweat forming on his brow; he almost fell backwards at the strength of the scent of fear emanating from the half breed.
“Father, please…”
Sesshoumaru glanced around quickly to see if Rin or Jaken had heard Inuyasha’s faint plea, it seemed neither had. Although he knew both were waiting for him to order Inuyasha’s death or simply take the Tetsusaiga lying by his side and wait for him to die he remained silent, something inside him wanted to know what troubled his half-brother – for curiosity reasons only.
“Leave us.”
He heard Rin immediately get up and move to the door but Jaken stayed, when he turned Sesshoumaru saw that Jaken was frozen with shock.
“Jaken, do I have to repeat myself?”
With a squawk Jaken hurried after Rin, the reed door swung gently and they were alone. Sesshoumaru turned back to Inuyasha; he sat on the floor beside him and watched waiting for him to awaken.
As his amber eyes studied Inuyasha emotions he had not felt in 150 years welled up inside him, protective feelings.
“I had a bad dream.” Inuyasha looked at his older brother plaintively.
Sesshoumaru sighed and threw back the light covers that were his bed sheets in these winter months.
“Come now, pup. Dreams cannot hurt you.”
Smiling a little Inuyasha climbed into bed with his brother, he quickly snuggled into the older demon’s arms and soon began snoring softly.
“Sleep little one, I will protect you.”
Sesshoumaru shook his head and growled softly to himself; these feelings were for the past, he hated this half-breed and wished him dead.
“Let the nightmares come,” he whispered vehemently at Inuyasha. “You killed my mother.”
Thursday 23 November 2006
Chapter 2 - Questions and trials
Chapter 2-Questions and trials
Hours past and still Sesshoumaru sat in silence, his thoughts were in turmoil; from the folds of his kimono he drew out a small orb and stared into it intently.
The orb was mounted on a tripod of iron, the three prongs ending in vicious-looking spikes; within the glistening orb shone a shard of the shikon jewel.
‘I could use this to see his thoughts, his dreams, to gain my answers.’
The confusion of recent years once again filled his head, he had never been present at the trial of his younger brother following the death of Sesshoumaru’s demon mother and for years he had assumed his father had killed Inuyasha.
‘Why wasn’t he killed? Why was he given care of father’s tomb? Why did father commission the powerful Tetsusaiga for this bastard half-breed!’
With these questions roaring through his mind Sesshoumaru quickly made up his mind, he would use the orb to go into Inuyasha’s mind, he must know.
Sesshoumaru positioned the three spikes so one was above Inuyasha’s forehead, one above his heart, and the last, and the longest, pointing up at his own heart.
In one movement he plunged all three spikes in, he gasped as the chamber around him span before dissolving into blackness. When his sight returned Sesshoumaru was sat in the same chamber still next to Inuyasha, only there was another Inuyasha stood beside him.
“Why do you trespass here?” Inuyasha’s voice was distant and emotionless.
“I seek answers, I have come to observe the dreams.”
The dream Inuyasha regarded Sesshoumaru silently before nodding and leaving the room.
Once more the room span and dissolved into darkness, this time when his sight returned Sesshoumaru knew he was watching the fevered dreams of his brother; he was sat in the great hall in his castle and a warm summer breeze blew in, with a small thrill of anticipation he realised this must be the trial.
The huge stone hall, usually used for parties and balls was full; but this time the feeling was not one of merriment as the air hung thick with anger and misery. Three sides of the hall were lined with plain wooden benches upon which were sat the most influential subjects of the Western Lands.
The chosen speaker for the day, an ancient fox demon called Ititsu whose fur was balding in places and turning grey, stood and regarded those present with a solemn expression.
“Bring out the half-breed.”
As always a ripple of disgust went through the crowd at the mention of a half-demon; Sesshomaru sat on the end of one of the benches, waiting for the trial to begin.
Inuyasha walked alone into the room, around his neck was a collar of iron and his hands were chained together; although he was obviously in pain, his long white hair matted to his face with blood, he walked with dignity until he stood in front of the speaker.
Ititsu raised his eyes and scanned the room taking in the whole assemblage, his gaze passed over Sesshoumaru as though he were not there; which, the dog-demon thought, he wasn’t.
“For those of you assembled here to decide the fate of this whelp I will give a short account of the happenings in the forest. Early yesterday morning Inuyasha was heard arguing with our Lord’s first wife and mother to Sesshoumaru; he said vile things to her and threatened her for the honour of his mortal mother, who, as we know, died ten years since. Following the argument the noble Lady left for a walk in the forest surrounding the eastern walls of this castle; she was soon followed by Inuyasha and was later found dead. Inuyasha was stood over her mutilated body with claws covered in blood; he is today charged with her murder.”
The silence in the hall was complete, every pair of eyes glared at Inuyasha with hatred; Sesshoumaru found the feelings of hate rise inside him as he recalled the bitter hours he spent weeping for his mother’s death.
The silence was broken as the oak doors to the hall opened with a bang that made all assembled jump; every demon rose and bowed as the great Lord of the Western Lands strode to the front of the hall.
The tall dog demon scowled darkly as he drew his sword, his youngest son cowered before him.
“You have disgraced this family, filthy half-breed!”
Inuyasha’s face paled as a single tear ran down his face, he looked up at his father and saw the hatred in his eyes.
“Please, father. I did not mean to…I…I’m sorry.”
The great dog demon snarled and brought down his blade on Inuyasha’s back cutting a deep groove in the flesh, Inuyasha whimpered softly but stood his ground.
The sword came down again and again until eventually Inuyasha was driven to his knees, his blood making a crimson pool spreading on the cold stone floor; but still he did not cry out.
“I did not kill her.” Inuyasha’s voice was barely above a whisper and yet it carried throughout the hall as though he had shouted.
“Liar!” Many of the demons watching stood in outrage but their Lord restrained them with a wave of his hand.
Ititsu stood forward once again; he laid a reassuring hand on the arm of his old friend and Lord.
“The crime you have committed fills me with such revulsion as I am forced to witness the other lives you have ruined through this; your great and noble father as well as your worthy half-brother. As such this assemblage has decided that your punishment shall not be death as is usual; you shall be cast into exile, forever to live with your guilt.”
As two of the guards arrived to escort Inuyasha away the room faded again, the darkness this time was so complete Sesshoumaru felt smothered; as the room came into focus once more his face hardened in shock before softening into a rare smile.
Hours past and still Sesshoumaru sat in silence, his thoughts were in turmoil; from the folds of his kimono he drew out a small orb and stared into it intently.
The orb was mounted on a tripod of iron, the three prongs ending in vicious-looking spikes; within the glistening orb shone a shard of the shikon jewel.
‘I could use this to see his thoughts, his dreams, to gain my answers.’
The confusion of recent years once again filled his head, he had never been present at the trial of his younger brother following the death of Sesshoumaru’s demon mother and for years he had assumed his father had killed Inuyasha.
‘Why wasn’t he killed? Why was he given care of father’s tomb? Why did father commission the powerful Tetsusaiga for this bastard half-breed!’
With these questions roaring through his mind Sesshoumaru quickly made up his mind, he would use the orb to go into Inuyasha’s mind, he must know.
Sesshoumaru positioned the three spikes so one was above Inuyasha’s forehead, one above his heart, and the last, and the longest, pointing up at his own heart.
In one movement he plunged all three spikes in, he gasped as the chamber around him span before dissolving into blackness. When his sight returned Sesshoumaru was sat in the same chamber still next to Inuyasha, only there was another Inuyasha stood beside him.
“Why do you trespass here?” Inuyasha’s voice was distant and emotionless.
“I seek answers, I have come to observe the dreams.”
The dream Inuyasha regarded Sesshoumaru silently before nodding and leaving the room.
Once more the room span and dissolved into darkness, this time when his sight returned Sesshoumaru knew he was watching the fevered dreams of his brother; he was sat in the great hall in his castle and a warm summer breeze blew in, with a small thrill of anticipation he realised this must be the trial.
The huge stone hall, usually used for parties and balls was full; but this time the feeling was not one of merriment as the air hung thick with anger and misery. Three sides of the hall were lined with plain wooden benches upon which were sat the most influential subjects of the Western Lands.
The chosen speaker for the day, an ancient fox demon called Ititsu whose fur was balding in places and turning grey, stood and regarded those present with a solemn expression.
“Bring out the half-breed.”
As always a ripple of disgust went through the crowd at the mention of a half-demon; Sesshomaru sat on the end of one of the benches, waiting for the trial to begin.
Inuyasha walked alone into the room, around his neck was a collar of iron and his hands were chained together; although he was obviously in pain, his long white hair matted to his face with blood, he walked with dignity until he stood in front of the speaker.
Ititsu raised his eyes and scanned the room taking in the whole assemblage, his gaze passed over Sesshoumaru as though he were not there; which, the dog-demon thought, he wasn’t.
“For those of you assembled here to decide the fate of this whelp I will give a short account of the happenings in the forest. Early yesterday morning Inuyasha was heard arguing with our Lord’s first wife and mother to Sesshoumaru; he said vile things to her and threatened her for the honour of his mortal mother, who, as we know, died ten years since. Following the argument the noble Lady left for a walk in the forest surrounding the eastern walls of this castle; she was soon followed by Inuyasha and was later found dead. Inuyasha was stood over her mutilated body with claws covered in blood; he is today charged with her murder.”
The silence in the hall was complete, every pair of eyes glared at Inuyasha with hatred; Sesshoumaru found the feelings of hate rise inside him as he recalled the bitter hours he spent weeping for his mother’s death.
The silence was broken as the oak doors to the hall opened with a bang that made all assembled jump; every demon rose and bowed as the great Lord of the Western Lands strode to the front of the hall.
The tall dog demon scowled darkly as he drew his sword, his youngest son cowered before him.
“You have disgraced this family, filthy half-breed!”
Inuyasha’s face paled as a single tear ran down his face, he looked up at his father and saw the hatred in his eyes.
“Please, father. I did not mean to…I…I’m sorry.”
The great dog demon snarled and brought down his blade on Inuyasha’s back cutting a deep groove in the flesh, Inuyasha whimpered softly but stood his ground.
The sword came down again and again until eventually Inuyasha was driven to his knees, his blood making a crimson pool spreading on the cold stone floor; but still he did not cry out.
“I did not kill her.” Inuyasha’s voice was barely above a whisper and yet it carried throughout the hall as though he had shouted.
“Liar!” Many of the demons watching stood in outrage but their Lord restrained them with a wave of his hand.
Ititsu stood forward once again; he laid a reassuring hand on the arm of his old friend and Lord.
“The crime you have committed fills me with such revulsion as I am forced to witness the other lives you have ruined through this; your great and noble father as well as your worthy half-brother. As such this assemblage has decided that your punishment shall not be death as is usual; you shall be cast into exile, forever to live with your guilt.”
As two of the guards arrived to escort Inuyasha away the room faded again, the darkness this time was so complete Sesshoumaru felt smothered; as the room came into focus once more his face hardened in shock before softening into a rare smile.
Chapter 3 - Childhood memories
Chapter 3-Childhood memories
Sesshoumaru walked into the familiar surroundings of his old bedroom from when he was a teenage demon; he picked up a book lying strewn across the bed and placed it back on the shelf, as he heard approaching footsteps he stood back by the doorway to see what happened.
A tiny Inuyasha, no more than 3 years old as a mortal would age, tottered into the room carrying a thin stick almost half his height.
“Esso..?” Inuyasha tottered over to the bed; his eyes were barely on level with it. “Esso?”
When he was confident his older brother was not there Inuyasha moved to the centre of the room and raised the stick he carried over his left shoulder and planted his feet firmly apart.
For half an hour Inuyasha swung the thin stick in crude copies of the moves Sesshoumaru used I his daily sword practice; by the end of the half hour the small pup was sweating profusely and had bruised himself all over.
The reed door swung open once again and Jaken entered carrying a kimono that had just been washed and pressed; he laid down the clothes carefully before turning to the young half demon and pushing him backwards.
“What are you doing in here?” Jaken’s voice, as always, grated on Sesshoumaru’s nerves.
“Looking for Esso.”
“My Lord’s name is not, nor has it ever been ‘Esso’. Have you no respect for your elders ‘Lord’ Inuyasha?” The sarcasm was obvious as Jaken addressed Inuyasha as Lord.
Inuyasha’s face screwed up in concentration.
“Essomashew!”
Jaken snorted with derisive laughter and turned back to his work, carefully removing each kimono from the pile he folded in neatly and placed it in the drawers of a wooden chest.
From behind Jaken, Inuyasha began his moves again until he caught his shin with the stick and fell to the floor with a clatter.
“What are you doing, half-breed?”
Scrambling up from the floor Inuyasha held out his stick.
“Inu wants to be like Esso.”
This time Jaken’s laugh was filled with genuine, he snatched the stick from the pup no taller than himself and broke it in half.
“You could never be like the great Sesshoumaru with your filthy half-breed blood”
Still laughing Jaken left the room throwing the broken stick to the floor at Inuyasha’s feet; tears streamed down Inuyasha’s face as he bent to pick up his practice sword, his voice was soft and heart-broken.
“Inu wants to be like Esso.”
As this memory faded Sesshoumaru felt tears uncharacteristically sting his eyes, reminding himself he hated Inuyasha he waited for the next memory.
This time as his sight returned he was surprised to find himself outdoors in the sword-practice meadow; with a shock he realised he remembered this himself and was staring at Inuyasha’s dream version of him.
The two brothers were practicing their sword work together, it was clear that Sesshoumaru was years ahead of his younger half-brother but was being patient.
Inuyasha mopped his brow, in mortal years he would have been 13, he looked up at his, now fully-grown, half-brother.
“I told you not to go easy on me!”
“Very well.” Sesshoumaru smiled slightly and whacked Inuyasha on the side of the head with the flat of his practice sword. “I won’t.”
Growling softly to himself Inuyasha got up and braced himself, he brought his sword up into the ready position and nodded at Sesshoumaru.
After five minutes or so of battling Inuyasha slipped on a piece of wet grass, Sesshoumaru lunged in for the ‘killing’ stroke only to realise, too late, that it was a feint; before he could pull back and defend Inuyasha’s sword was at his throat.
“I won!” Inuyasha’s cry of victory erupted loudly as he dropped the practice sword and leapt on Sesshoumaru hugging him violently.
Sesshoumaru tried to disengage himself but found it was impossible eventually he conceded laughing.
“Yes, pup. You won.”
As the meadow faded Sesshoumaru cracked his claws impatiently, was he going to find his answers or just watch childhood memories?
As if in answer to his questions when the next scene unfolded Inuyasha was much older and just in exile; his bruises were not fully healed and it was obvious he was weak.
Sesshoumaru walked into the familiar surroundings of his old bedroom from when he was a teenage demon; he picked up a book lying strewn across the bed and placed it back on the shelf, as he heard approaching footsteps he stood back by the doorway to see what happened.
A tiny Inuyasha, no more than 3 years old as a mortal would age, tottered into the room carrying a thin stick almost half his height.
“Esso..?” Inuyasha tottered over to the bed; his eyes were barely on level with it. “Esso?”
When he was confident his older brother was not there Inuyasha moved to the centre of the room and raised the stick he carried over his left shoulder and planted his feet firmly apart.
For half an hour Inuyasha swung the thin stick in crude copies of the moves Sesshoumaru used I his daily sword practice; by the end of the half hour the small pup was sweating profusely and had bruised himself all over.
The reed door swung open once again and Jaken entered carrying a kimono that had just been washed and pressed; he laid down the clothes carefully before turning to the young half demon and pushing him backwards.
“What are you doing in here?” Jaken’s voice, as always, grated on Sesshoumaru’s nerves.
“Looking for Esso.”
“My Lord’s name is not, nor has it ever been ‘Esso’. Have you no respect for your elders ‘Lord’ Inuyasha?” The sarcasm was obvious as Jaken addressed Inuyasha as Lord.
Inuyasha’s face screwed up in concentration.
“Essomashew!”
Jaken snorted with derisive laughter and turned back to his work, carefully removing each kimono from the pile he folded in neatly and placed it in the drawers of a wooden chest.
From behind Jaken, Inuyasha began his moves again until he caught his shin with the stick and fell to the floor with a clatter.
“What are you doing, half-breed?”
Scrambling up from the floor Inuyasha held out his stick.
“Inu wants to be like Esso.”
This time Jaken’s laugh was filled with genuine, he snatched the stick from the pup no taller than himself and broke it in half.
“You could never be like the great Sesshoumaru with your filthy half-breed blood”
Still laughing Jaken left the room throwing the broken stick to the floor at Inuyasha’s feet; tears streamed down Inuyasha’s face as he bent to pick up his practice sword, his voice was soft and heart-broken.
“Inu wants to be like Esso.”
As this memory faded Sesshoumaru felt tears uncharacteristically sting his eyes, reminding himself he hated Inuyasha he waited for the next memory.
This time as his sight returned he was surprised to find himself outdoors in the sword-practice meadow; with a shock he realised he remembered this himself and was staring at Inuyasha’s dream version of him.
The two brothers were practicing their sword work together, it was clear that Sesshoumaru was years ahead of his younger half-brother but was being patient.
Inuyasha mopped his brow, in mortal years he would have been 13, he looked up at his, now fully-grown, half-brother.
“I told you not to go easy on me!”
“Very well.” Sesshoumaru smiled slightly and whacked Inuyasha on the side of the head with the flat of his practice sword. “I won’t.”
Growling softly to himself Inuyasha got up and braced himself, he brought his sword up into the ready position and nodded at Sesshoumaru.
After five minutes or so of battling Inuyasha slipped on a piece of wet grass, Sesshoumaru lunged in for the ‘killing’ stroke only to realise, too late, that it was a feint; before he could pull back and defend Inuyasha’s sword was at his throat.
“I won!” Inuyasha’s cry of victory erupted loudly as he dropped the practice sword and leapt on Sesshoumaru hugging him violently.
Sesshoumaru tried to disengage himself but found it was impossible eventually he conceded laughing.
“Yes, pup. You won.”
As the meadow faded Sesshoumaru cracked his claws impatiently, was he going to find his answers or just watch childhood memories?
As if in answer to his questions when the next scene unfolded Inuyasha was much older and just in exile; his bruises were not fully healed and it was obvious he was weak.
Chapter 4 - Cat demons and Kikyo
Chapter 4-Cat demons and Kikyo
Inuyasha sat on the forest floor in a small clearing he had found, he licked at a particularly deep cut on his arm and whimpered every now and again. The sun was just setting and Inuyasha looked up in alarm, sure enough as the sun set Inuyasha began to transform until he was nothing more than a mortal, defenceless and injured.
Clearly trying to remain calm the mortal Inuyasha gathered fallen branches and twigs before trying to set them alight, smoke rose from the pile of wood but flames never burst forth so eventually, bone-weary, Inuyasha gave up and lay down to sleep.
As Sesshoumaru watched the night passed without incident, it was almost dawn when he smelt the strong scent of a pack of cat-demons; groaning he wondered why Inuyasha didn’t awaken, and then he remembered that mortals couldn’t smell as well as demons.
Seven powerful cat-demons stalked out of the shadows surrounding Inuyasha’s sleeping form, they communicated silently through hand-signals as they got closer and closer.
As one they pounced, immediately Inuyasha was awake but it was too late, he was held firmly by two of the stronger demons; the leader, evident by his fine silk kimono and long tabby tail stood arrogantly before him.
“Well little mortal, what have we here?”
“I am no mortal, and are you going to be sorry when morning comes. I can smell the dawn.” Although Inuyasha’s words were brave he still trembled.
The laughter of the cat-demon pack echoed in the small clearing as the first of the sun’s rays crept over the horizon; Inuyasha’s claws grew, his fangs elongated and his hair changed colour; he growled loudly.
“A filthy mongrel!”
The cats hissed and the two holding Inuyasha scratched him viciously with their claws, their tails lashed and they crouched preparing to pounce and kill.
The leader, his face twisted with the loathing that all cat-demons and dog-demons feel for one another ordered them harshly to wait.
“For too many long years we have lived in these forests, outlawed by the so called Lord of these lands. Now we have one of his own kind, a dog here in our midst, we can make an example of him – and have our fun.”
The gleam in the leader’s eyes made Sesshoumaru feel sick to the stomach as he stood watching the events unfold, the smiles on the faces of the other members of the group left little to the imagination.
Inuyasha struggled violently as his kimono was torn from him leaving his bruised and injured body bare in the morning sunlight, one of the group closest to him gave him a violent kick to stop him struggling; the crunch of ribs was clearly audible.
Inuyasha struggled more violently, tears were streaking down his face and blood ran freely down his body; he was trembling fiercely as he fell to his knees.
Two of the group pulled him roughly to his feet as two others held him to make sure he could not escape, the leader of the pack walked round the back of Inuyasha his eyes gleaming with a predator’s lust.
As the leader of the cat-demons began to violate Inuyasha Sesshoumaru turned away and covered his ears trying to block out the moans and screams of his half-brother.
“Let me out of here.” Sesshoumaru’s voice was pleading and his voice cracked. “I don’t want my answers, don’t make me watch this.”
His only answer was the tortured screams of Inuyasha.
Hours passed the sun rose in the sky and fell again behind the hills before the cat-demon group had all been satisfied; now they left him, trembling, crying and injured.
Inuyasha’s dog-ears twitched as he heard another approaching, his sense of smell told him in was a mortal girl; he barely had the strength to raise himself up but with an effort he made it to his feet.
A young girl entered the clearing and at the sight of the half demon cocked an arrow in the bow she carried on her back; Inuyasha remembered her from somewhere but he couldn’t think where.
“You have made a mistake coming to this village demon, I am the priestess Kikyo and I protect these people.”
To her obvious surprise Inuyasha fell to his knees in front of her letting the tears flow once again.
“Kill me now.” His voice was hoarse with screaming and his eyes were full of pain.
Kikyo lowered her bow and moved cautiously to him, she snaked one arm around his waist and helped him to his feet; slowly the two walked away into the forest.
Inuyasha sat on the forest floor in a small clearing he had found, he licked at a particularly deep cut on his arm and whimpered every now and again. The sun was just setting and Inuyasha looked up in alarm, sure enough as the sun set Inuyasha began to transform until he was nothing more than a mortal, defenceless and injured.
Clearly trying to remain calm the mortal Inuyasha gathered fallen branches and twigs before trying to set them alight, smoke rose from the pile of wood but flames never burst forth so eventually, bone-weary, Inuyasha gave up and lay down to sleep.
As Sesshoumaru watched the night passed without incident, it was almost dawn when he smelt the strong scent of a pack of cat-demons; groaning he wondered why Inuyasha didn’t awaken, and then he remembered that mortals couldn’t smell as well as demons.
Seven powerful cat-demons stalked out of the shadows surrounding Inuyasha’s sleeping form, they communicated silently through hand-signals as they got closer and closer.
As one they pounced, immediately Inuyasha was awake but it was too late, he was held firmly by two of the stronger demons; the leader, evident by his fine silk kimono and long tabby tail stood arrogantly before him.
“Well little mortal, what have we here?”
“I am no mortal, and are you going to be sorry when morning comes. I can smell the dawn.” Although Inuyasha’s words were brave he still trembled.
The laughter of the cat-demon pack echoed in the small clearing as the first of the sun’s rays crept over the horizon; Inuyasha’s claws grew, his fangs elongated and his hair changed colour; he growled loudly.
“A filthy mongrel!”
The cats hissed and the two holding Inuyasha scratched him viciously with their claws, their tails lashed and they crouched preparing to pounce and kill.
The leader, his face twisted with the loathing that all cat-demons and dog-demons feel for one another ordered them harshly to wait.
“For too many long years we have lived in these forests, outlawed by the so called Lord of these lands. Now we have one of his own kind, a dog here in our midst, we can make an example of him – and have our fun.”
The gleam in the leader’s eyes made Sesshoumaru feel sick to the stomach as he stood watching the events unfold, the smiles on the faces of the other members of the group left little to the imagination.
Inuyasha struggled violently as his kimono was torn from him leaving his bruised and injured body bare in the morning sunlight, one of the group closest to him gave him a violent kick to stop him struggling; the crunch of ribs was clearly audible.
Inuyasha struggled more violently, tears were streaking down his face and blood ran freely down his body; he was trembling fiercely as he fell to his knees.
Two of the group pulled him roughly to his feet as two others held him to make sure he could not escape, the leader of the pack walked round the back of Inuyasha his eyes gleaming with a predator’s lust.
As the leader of the cat-demons began to violate Inuyasha Sesshoumaru turned away and covered his ears trying to block out the moans and screams of his half-brother.
“Let me out of here.” Sesshoumaru’s voice was pleading and his voice cracked. “I don’t want my answers, don’t make me watch this.”
His only answer was the tortured screams of Inuyasha.
Hours passed the sun rose in the sky and fell again behind the hills before the cat-demon group had all been satisfied; now they left him, trembling, crying and injured.
Inuyasha’s dog-ears twitched as he heard another approaching, his sense of smell told him in was a mortal girl; he barely had the strength to raise himself up but with an effort he made it to his feet.
A young girl entered the clearing and at the sight of the half demon cocked an arrow in the bow she carried on her back; Inuyasha remembered her from somewhere but he couldn’t think where.
“You have made a mistake coming to this village demon, I am the priestess Kikyo and I protect these people.”
To her obvious surprise Inuyasha fell to his knees in front of her letting the tears flow once again.
“Kill me now.” His voice was hoarse with screaming and his eyes were full of pain.
Kikyo lowered her bow and moved cautiously to him, she snaked one arm around his waist and helped him to his feet; slowly the two walked away into the forest.
Monday 20 November 2006
Chapter 5 - A mother's death
Chapter 5-A mother's death
By now Sesshoumaru wanted nothing more than to leave but he knew that this was not possible until the dream Inuyasha came back for him; resigned, he waited as the forest dissolved around him. When his eyes adjusted he saw that it was midmorning and he was in the meadows separating the forest from the eastern walls of the castle.
Shioma, Sesshoumaru’s mother, stormed out of the castle muttering about ungrateful step-sons. She jumped over a fallen branch and continued into the forest, filled with curiosity Sesshoumaru followed.
Shioma walked slower now she was beneath the trees and stopped every so often to pick a few herbs which she put in a basket she was carrying, the sound of a twig snapping behind her made her overturn her basket with fright and jump to her feet glancing around nervously.
A high giggling laughter sounded from the shadows, it made the hair on the back of Shioma’s neck rise and her breath catch in her throat.
Before she could investigate a hand was laid on her shoulder, letting out a short scream she whirled and raised her hand to beat off her attacker.
“Inuyasha!” Shioma was only half-relieved to see her step-son.
“Shioma I..well, I..” Inuyasha looked uncomfortable and his ears were flattened to his head. “I came to apologise.”
Shioma smiled suddenly realising how difficult it must be for Inuyasha to grow up in a castle full of pure-bred demons.
“I forgive you, little one. Now help me build a fire to prepare these herbs for tonight’s dinner.”
Glad to have something useful to do Inuyasha quickly gathered a small mountain of logs and leaves, he rubbed two of the larger sticks together vigorously until flames began to crackle.
He turned back after this task was complete to see that Shioma had fallen asleep with her back against a tall oak tree; Inuyasha smiled softly and lay down beside the fire determined to keep watch.
Sesshoumaru sat on the ground almost touching his mother, he realised now he was about to witness her death and he longed for nothing more than to hold her in his arms and protect her.
Inuyasha was awakened by a scream, he sat bolt upright; his eyes widened in shock as he saw Shioma lying in a pool of blood with a human bandit stood over her, he was stuffing his pockets with the coins and jewels she carried.
“NO!”
Inuyasha grabbed a lighted log from the fire and swung it in front of him like a sword, seeming almost possessed he quickly managed to overpower the human beating him with the flaming log.
Burnt badly the bandit was unable to get up and lay there helpless as Inuyasha continued his frenzied attack, an arrow through his shoulder stopped him short with a yell of pain. Turning, expecting to find more bandits, he saw only a human priestess cocking another arrow in her bow.
“Leave him alone, demon!”
A second arrow was loosed which knocked the already injured Inuyasha to the ground, without wasting time Kikyo ran to the badly burnt bandit and helped him to his feet; as they walked away Inuyasha strained to hear them.
“What is your name?” Kikyo’s voice was soft and gentle; the last thing Inuyasha heard before the two were out of earshot was his reply.
“Onigumo.”
Inuyasha pulled the arrows out of his body with a grunt and pulled himself over to Shioma; he pulled her into his arms and cradled her head gently, her eyes fluttered open and she coughed, blood splattered from her lips.
“Shhh, Shioma. Don’t move, I’ve got you.”
“Inuyasha?”
“Yes. It’s me; I’m sorry I slept, this is all my fault. Just hold on, please.”
“No, little one.” Shioma stopped as more coughs racked her body, her breath came in short gasps. “You fought for me, little one. Thank you.”
She coughed once more and then she was still, Inuyasha laid her body down horrified, his claws were stained with her blood; soon afterwards he was found by two guards patrolling the forest, one grabbed Inuyasha roughly and escorted him away, the other lifted the corpse of Shioma and followed.
Sesshoumaru’s mind whirled, his little brother was innocent; a great sorrow settled on his heart replacing the anger and hate he had felt for so long.
‘I will protect you, brother.” Sesshoumaru vowed to himself. ‘I won’t let anybody else hurt you’
But this still didn’t explain why his father had entrusted him with the Tetsusaiga or his tomb if nobody knew or believed he was innocent until now.
By now Sesshoumaru wanted nothing more than to leave but he knew that this was not possible until the dream Inuyasha came back for him; resigned, he waited as the forest dissolved around him. When his eyes adjusted he saw that it was midmorning and he was in the meadows separating the forest from the eastern walls of the castle.
Shioma, Sesshoumaru’s mother, stormed out of the castle muttering about ungrateful step-sons. She jumped over a fallen branch and continued into the forest, filled with curiosity Sesshoumaru followed.
Shioma walked slower now she was beneath the trees and stopped every so often to pick a few herbs which she put in a basket she was carrying, the sound of a twig snapping behind her made her overturn her basket with fright and jump to her feet glancing around nervously.
A high giggling laughter sounded from the shadows, it made the hair on the back of Shioma’s neck rise and her breath catch in her throat.
Before she could investigate a hand was laid on her shoulder, letting out a short scream she whirled and raised her hand to beat off her attacker.
“Inuyasha!” Shioma was only half-relieved to see her step-son.
“Shioma I..well, I..” Inuyasha looked uncomfortable and his ears were flattened to his head. “I came to apologise.”
Shioma smiled suddenly realising how difficult it must be for Inuyasha to grow up in a castle full of pure-bred demons.
“I forgive you, little one. Now help me build a fire to prepare these herbs for tonight’s dinner.”
Glad to have something useful to do Inuyasha quickly gathered a small mountain of logs and leaves, he rubbed two of the larger sticks together vigorously until flames began to crackle.
He turned back after this task was complete to see that Shioma had fallen asleep with her back against a tall oak tree; Inuyasha smiled softly and lay down beside the fire determined to keep watch.
Sesshoumaru sat on the ground almost touching his mother, he realised now he was about to witness her death and he longed for nothing more than to hold her in his arms and protect her.
Inuyasha was awakened by a scream, he sat bolt upright; his eyes widened in shock as he saw Shioma lying in a pool of blood with a human bandit stood over her, he was stuffing his pockets with the coins and jewels she carried.
“NO!”
Inuyasha grabbed a lighted log from the fire and swung it in front of him like a sword, seeming almost possessed he quickly managed to overpower the human beating him with the flaming log.
Burnt badly the bandit was unable to get up and lay there helpless as Inuyasha continued his frenzied attack, an arrow through his shoulder stopped him short with a yell of pain. Turning, expecting to find more bandits, he saw only a human priestess cocking another arrow in her bow.
“Leave him alone, demon!”
A second arrow was loosed which knocked the already injured Inuyasha to the ground, without wasting time Kikyo ran to the badly burnt bandit and helped him to his feet; as they walked away Inuyasha strained to hear them.
“What is your name?” Kikyo’s voice was soft and gentle; the last thing Inuyasha heard before the two were out of earshot was his reply.
“Onigumo.”
Inuyasha pulled the arrows out of his body with a grunt and pulled himself over to Shioma; he pulled her into his arms and cradled her head gently, her eyes fluttered open and she coughed, blood splattered from her lips.
“Shhh, Shioma. Don’t move, I’ve got you.”
“Inuyasha?”
“Yes. It’s me; I’m sorry I slept, this is all my fault. Just hold on, please.”
“No, little one.” Shioma stopped as more coughs racked her body, her breath came in short gasps. “You fought for me, little one. Thank you.”
She coughed once more and then she was still, Inuyasha laid her body down horrified, his claws were stained with her blood; soon afterwards he was found by two guards patrolling the forest, one grabbed Inuyasha roughly and escorted him away, the other lifted the corpse of Shioma and followed.
Sesshoumaru’s mind whirled, his little brother was innocent; a great sorrow settled on his heart replacing the anger and hate he had felt for so long.
‘I will protect you, brother.” Sesshoumaru vowed to himself. ‘I won’t let anybody else hurt you’
But this still didn’t explain why his father had entrusted him with the Tetsusaiga or his tomb if nobody knew or believed he was innocent until now.
Chapter 6 - Two halves of one soul
Chapter 6-Two halves of one soul
The forest faded once more and a small stone room replaced it, a fire burnt casting warmth over the room; Sesshoumaru did not recognise the room at first but, when his father entered, he realised that this room was his father’s study; a room that he had not dared enter even after he became Lord of the Western Lands.
The great demon Lord sank to the floor in silence, tears streaked his usually emotionless face and his hands gripped his sword hilt tightly.
Suddenly he slapped himself on the neck, a small groan could be heard as a middle-aged Myoga floated to rest on the floor.
“You asked to speak with me, Myoga?
“Yes, my Lord. I came to ask you if you are sure it is wise to entrust the great new sword you have commissioned to your son Sesshoumaru.”
The great demon growled warningly.
“Of course it is wise, he will use the mighty power of this sword to strike Inuyasha down.” His face hardened in anger. “I will not deny my son the pleasure of killing his mother’s murderer, therefore I have decreed he is to be banished.”
Myoga bounced up and down in agitation.
“My lord, you cannot let Sesshoumaru kill Inuyasha, remember the priestess?”
The demon lord’s face crumpled and his shoulders sagged, as he began to speak it was almost as if he were reciting a book from memory.
“The priestess Junami placed a curse upon Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha when the younger one was born; she knew I would never allow a half-breed to live and stain the family honour so she split each of the brothers’ souls and mingled them meaning if one dies then so does the other.”
Sesshoumaru blanched, his face paled and his eyes widened, he shared a soul with Inuyasha! No wonder he had always felt protective despite himself.
“My lord, give Inuyasha the Tetsusaiga to protect himself from Sesshoumaru’s attacks.”
At first the great lord shook his head vigorously but then he smiled slyly and nodded once.
“Very well, old friend. But he must prove his worth before he can find it.”
As the small flea bowed and left the room Sesshoumaru’s father turned to his writing desk and wrote a short letter to Ititsu.
‘My dear friend Ititsu, Please do not question these instructions but fulfil them to the letter; I promised a dear friend of mine that Inuyasha shall have protection in the form of the great sword, Tetsusaiga; however, I am reluctant that he should ever wield this sword. Therefore, I would ask that when I am buried you bury the sword with me, then hide my tomb in the last place he shall look but that he has the sword with him always. That way my promise is fulfilled.
Thank you
As the great lord finished writing the letter the dream Inuyasha placed a hand gently on Sesshoumaru’s shoulder, his face was sympathetic as he firmly led his elder brother away
“Come now, my brother. Your questions have been answered, the rest is up to you.”
Sesshoumaru nodded mutely as the room span and disappeared. A tight pain in his chest where the spike of the orb pulled out brought Sesshoumaru back to the living world; he immediately pulled out the orb’s spikes from his brother and raised up Inuyasha to make him more comfortable. Inuyasha’s fever increased as he lay in Sesshoumaru’s arms.
“Sleep little one.” Sesshoumaru whispered. “I will protect you.”
The forest faded once more and a small stone room replaced it, a fire burnt casting warmth over the room; Sesshoumaru did not recognise the room at first but, when his father entered, he realised that this room was his father’s study; a room that he had not dared enter even after he became Lord of the Western Lands.
The great demon Lord sank to the floor in silence, tears streaked his usually emotionless face and his hands gripped his sword hilt tightly.
Suddenly he slapped himself on the neck, a small groan could be heard as a middle-aged Myoga floated to rest on the floor.
“You asked to speak with me, Myoga?
“Yes, my Lord. I came to ask you if you are sure it is wise to entrust the great new sword you have commissioned to your son Sesshoumaru.”
The great demon growled warningly.
“Of course it is wise, he will use the mighty power of this sword to strike Inuyasha down.” His face hardened in anger. “I will not deny my son the pleasure of killing his mother’s murderer, therefore I have decreed he is to be banished.”
Myoga bounced up and down in agitation.
“My lord, you cannot let Sesshoumaru kill Inuyasha, remember the priestess?”
The demon lord’s face crumpled and his shoulders sagged, as he began to speak it was almost as if he were reciting a book from memory.
“The priestess Junami placed a curse upon Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha when the younger one was born; she knew I would never allow a half-breed to live and stain the family honour so she split each of the brothers’ souls and mingled them meaning if one dies then so does the other.”
Sesshoumaru blanched, his face paled and his eyes widened, he shared a soul with Inuyasha! No wonder he had always felt protective despite himself.
“My lord, give Inuyasha the Tetsusaiga to protect himself from Sesshoumaru’s attacks.”
At first the great lord shook his head vigorously but then he smiled slyly and nodded once.
“Very well, old friend. But he must prove his worth before he can find it.”
As the small flea bowed and left the room Sesshoumaru’s father turned to his writing desk and wrote a short letter to Ititsu.
‘My dear friend Ititsu, Please do not question these instructions but fulfil them to the letter; I promised a dear friend of mine that Inuyasha shall have protection in the form of the great sword, Tetsusaiga; however, I am reluctant that he should ever wield this sword. Therefore, I would ask that when I am buried you bury the sword with me, then hide my tomb in the last place he shall look but that he has the sword with him always. That way my promise is fulfilled.
Thank you
As the great lord finished writing the letter the dream Inuyasha placed a hand gently on Sesshoumaru’s shoulder, his face was sympathetic as he firmly led his elder brother away
“Come now, my brother. Your questions have been answered, the rest is up to you.”
Sesshoumaru nodded mutely as the room span and disappeared. A tight pain in his chest where the spike of the orb pulled out brought Sesshoumaru back to the living world; he immediately pulled out the orb’s spikes from his brother and raised up Inuyasha to make him more comfortable. Inuyasha’s fever increased as he lay in Sesshoumaru’s arms.
“Sleep little one.” Sesshoumaru whispered. “I will protect you.”
Chapter 7 - Graves and ghosts
Chapter 7-Graves and ghosts
Kagome stared at the flames of the campfire as they licked higher; she bit her lip nervously as she tried not to think about all the dreadful things that could have happened to Inuyasha in the past few days since he had gone missing.
A comforting hand on her shoulder brought her back to her present situation; she looked over her shoulder into the worried face of Sango and smiled wanly.
“I’m sure he’s alright, Kagome.”
“Of course he’s alright!” Shippo’s voice was wavered although he tried to keep it steady. “He’s got too much of a thick skull to get hurt.”
Miroku moved around the campfire to sit by Kagome, the smile on his face was hopeful as ever.
“Of course, if you want any comforting..”
TWACK!
Miroku moved away with a hurt expression on his bruised face; Kagome sighed as she turned back to Sango and Shippo.
“Are you sure we’re going the right way?”
Shippo nodded.
“His scent is easy to follow, especially after we found that….er…never mind.”
Shippo fell silent as Kagome paled, she vividly remembered following the trail until they had come upon a large pool of dried blood; Shippo easily identified it as Inuyasha’s by the scent.
Fighting back tears Kagome stood up and looked around, for miles all she could see were fields and a forest.
“This is useless! We’re never going to find him here, if he was injured he could never have walked this far.”
Sango and Miroku exchanged nervous glances; each knew the other was thinking that Inuyasha must have been taken, probably by Naraku.
Kagome caught the glances and she glared fiercely at the pair as if they were responsible for Inuyasha going missing; haughtily she lay down in her bedroll and closed her eyes.
Once they were sure Kagome was asleep Miroku and Sango crept closer together to carry on an earlier conversation.
“Have you remembered why these lands seem familiar yet?” Although Miroku’s voice was barely above a whisper it woke Kagome, however, she stayed still and listened.
“No, but I know that I’ve been here before. These fields, that village we passed and that forest; I know I’ve seen them before.”
“Have we traveled here searching for the jewel shards?”
“No. This memory is old; from my childhood, I remember running through these fields when I was eleven or twelve.” Sango gasped suddenly in recognition. “My father brought me here when I was young to teach me about the more dangerous demons; the ones even the exterminators tried to avoid. These are the Western Lands.”
“What’s so bad about the Western Lands?” Shippo’s shrill voice cut the still night air like a knife.
Kagome could pretend to sleep no longer; she was too interested in why the Western Lands held such dread for even the exterminators.
“I’m interested too.”
Sango and Miroku jumped at Kagome’s voice and smiled guiltily.
“We didn’t want to worry you.”
“Tell me.”
“Alright,” Sango took a deep breath. “The Western Lands are the most fertile and beautiful in all the world; therefore, of course, all the demons wanted to be the ruler of such a place – only the most powerful of demons won the right to make this land his family’s. Despite his power he was a just and fair ruler and the people loved him dearly; he had 2 sons, when he died the title of Lord passed to his eldest son – Sesshoumaru.”
“So this is where we’re heading?” Kagome’s voice was shaking; Sesshoumaru disturbed her more than most demons. “Sesshoumaru’s home?”
“Yes, it seems Inuyasha must be in the castle itself.”
Kagome almost jumped to her feet; thoughts of Inuyasha in pain and at the mercy of his older brother swam in front of her eyes; she had her bedroll packed away in an instant.
“Then what are we waiting for, lets go! Shippo, lead the way.”
“Erm, okay Kagome.” Shippo seemed a little taken aback but did as she asked setting off towards the forest; anxiously Miroku and Sango followed behind.
Soon the group was walking under a canopy of leaves which made the dark night even darker, barely even able to see her own hand in front of her face Kagome concentrated on following the sound of Shippo’s voice as he argued about food with Miroku.
With a grunt Kagome pitched forwards onto her face, rubbing her shin where she had caught it she twisted round to look at what she had fallen over.
“Sango! Miroku! Shippo!” Kagome’s scream cut the air making the others run to her; Miroku already had his wind-tunnel half uncovered before he realized what had caused her to scream.”
“Graves, but whose?” Miroku murmured bending down to get a closer look.
Crudely inscribed on each was an inscription in the same hand.
‘Here lies Shioma, beloved mother.’
‘Here lies Ukil, simply beloved.”
(Meanwhile)
As Sesshoumaru slept cradling Inuyasha in his arms the orb, which was lying forgotten on the floor began to glow brightly.
Bright tendrils of light snaked out and surrounded the two brothers wrapping them in a rainbow together; a shadowy face seemed to emerge from the lights and smile sardonically.
“My son,” it’s voice came from the depths of the orb as it stared at Sesshoumaru. “My son, I tried to warn you about half-breeds but you wouldn’t listen. Perhaps it is better if you find out for yourself.”
The light blazed like the sun just once and then the room was dark and silent once more; the two brothers slept soundly unaware that their lives had been changed forever.
Kagome stared at the flames of the campfire as they licked higher; she bit her lip nervously as she tried not to think about all the dreadful things that could have happened to Inuyasha in the past few days since he had gone missing.
A comforting hand on her shoulder brought her back to her present situation; she looked over her shoulder into the worried face of Sango and smiled wanly.
“I’m sure he’s alright, Kagome.”
“Of course he’s alright!” Shippo’s voice was wavered although he tried to keep it steady. “He’s got too much of a thick skull to get hurt.”
Miroku moved around the campfire to sit by Kagome, the smile on his face was hopeful as ever.
“Of course, if you want any comforting..”
TWACK!
Miroku moved away with a hurt expression on his bruised face; Kagome sighed as she turned back to Sango and Shippo.
“Are you sure we’re going the right way?”
Shippo nodded.
“His scent is easy to follow, especially after we found that….er…never mind.”
Shippo fell silent as Kagome paled, she vividly remembered following the trail until they had come upon a large pool of dried blood; Shippo easily identified it as Inuyasha’s by the scent.
Fighting back tears Kagome stood up and looked around, for miles all she could see were fields and a forest.
“This is useless! We’re never going to find him here, if he was injured he could never have walked this far.”
Sango and Miroku exchanged nervous glances; each knew the other was thinking that Inuyasha must have been taken, probably by Naraku.
Kagome caught the glances and she glared fiercely at the pair as if they were responsible for Inuyasha going missing; haughtily she lay down in her bedroll and closed her eyes.
Once they were sure Kagome was asleep Miroku and Sango crept closer together to carry on an earlier conversation.
“Have you remembered why these lands seem familiar yet?” Although Miroku’s voice was barely above a whisper it woke Kagome, however, she stayed still and listened.
“No, but I know that I’ve been here before. These fields, that village we passed and that forest; I know I’ve seen them before.”
“Have we traveled here searching for the jewel shards?”
“No. This memory is old; from my childhood, I remember running through these fields when I was eleven or twelve.” Sango gasped suddenly in recognition. “My father brought me here when I was young to teach me about the more dangerous demons; the ones even the exterminators tried to avoid. These are the Western Lands.”
“What’s so bad about the Western Lands?” Shippo’s shrill voice cut the still night air like a knife.
Kagome could pretend to sleep no longer; she was too interested in why the Western Lands held such dread for even the exterminators.
“I’m interested too.”
Sango and Miroku jumped at Kagome’s voice and smiled guiltily.
“We didn’t want to worry you.”
“Tell me.”
“Alright,” Sango took a deep breath. “The Western Lands are the most fertile and beautiful in all the world; therefore, of course, all the demons wanted to be the ruler of such a place – only the most powerful of demons won the right to make this land his family’s. Despite his power he was a just and fair ruler and the people loved him dearly; he had 2 sons, when he died the title of Lord passed to his eldest son – Sesshoumaru.”
“So this is where we’re heading?” Kagome’s voice was shaking; Sesshoumaru disturbed her more than most demons. “Sesshoumaru’s home?”
“Yes, it seems Inuyasha must be in the castle itself.”
Kagome almost jumped to her feet; thoughts of Inuyasha in pain and at the mercy of his older brother swam in front of her eyes; she had her bedroll packed away in an instant.
“Then what are we waiting for, lets go! Shippo, lead the way.”
“Erm, okay Kagome.” Shippo seemed a little taken aback but did as she asked setting off towards the forest; anxiously Miroku and Sango followed behind.
Soon the group was walking under a canopy of leaves which made the dark night even darker, barely even able to see her own hand in front of her face Kagome concentrated on following the sound of Shippo’s voice as he argued about food with Miroku.
With a grunt Kagome pitched forwards onto her face, rubbing her shin where she had caught it she twisted round to look at what she had fallen over.
“Sango! Miroku! Shippo!” Kagome’s scream cut the air making the others run to her; Miroku already had his wind-tunnel half uncovered before he realized what had caused her to scream.”
“Graves, but whose?” Miroku murmured bending down to get a closer look.
Crudely inscribed on each was an inscription in the same hand.
‘Here lies Shioma, beloved mother.’
‘Here lies Ukil, simply beloved.”
(Meanwhile)
As Sesshoumaru slept cradling Inuyasha in his arms the orb, which was lying forgotten on the floor began to glow brightly.
Bright tendrils of light snaked out and surrounded the two brothers wrapping them in a rainbow together; a shadowy face seemed to emerge from the lights and smile sardonically.
“My son,” it’s voice came from the depths of the orb as it stared at Sesshoumaru. “My son, I tried to warn you about half-breeds but you wouldn’t listen. Perhaps it is better if you find out for yourself.”
The light blazed like the sun just once and then the room was dark and silent once more; the two brothers slept soundly unaware that their lives had been changed forever.
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