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Sumiyo. She was the 4th of 5 daughters of the great Fox Lord, Yogsune. Her mother was a kitsune hanyou, known as Ayamari. Out of all her sisters, her mother seemed to favor her the most. Her father was never around, always away from the castle doing business with other lords. It seemed he did not care much for his children, only seeing them as pawns for negotiations. Her three older sisters were triplets, being born 56 years before she was. Seichii was the first born, Rumiko the second, and Ryozu, the last. The fifth daughter was born only 20 years after Sumiyo was, named Masako. They all had a great resemblance to their mother, light red hair and olive skin. Sumiyo was the only child who resembled their father, with silver hair and pale skin. They all owned a pair of narrow red eyes, that being the only similar trait of all of them.
Sumiyo was raised learning about the duties of being a lady, and went through endless hours of things she viewed as pointless. Her lack of interest would often get her into trouble, though, so she spent much of her time cleaning as punishment. She didn't mind, really. In her eyes, it was much better than remembering how to greet strangers. Knitting, painting, writing, reading. These were the most common things that she took part in. Eventually, when she was in her adolescence, she was given the task to take care of a pet as if it were a small child. Many times, Sumi would be caught spoiling her pet with treats and allowing it to act freely. This was not acceptable, but her mother allowed it as long as her child was happy.
Her father came home one night, tired and worn from what Sumi could only assume was a battle. She was so used to treating her precious pet like she did, she did not think what her father would say. Perhaps he'd do the same as her mother did. She really should have known better. "What is the meaning of this?" Yogsune asked the child. She held her pet close, trembling. "He's just a baby, I was being nice, father." She explained. Merely scoffing, Yogsune took the small animal by it's neck and held it up almost tauntingly. "It is weak. You've made it weak." He raised an eyebrow when Sumiyo began to sniffle. "As you." She didn't see her pet after that night. The next morning, her mother began to treat her much differently.
After this, Sumiyo constantly wanted attention from her mother. She never received the kind she wanted, though, as she would always be messing up. Her sisters were no help, often teasing Sumi for her failures and faults. This never really phased her, though she did get a bit grumpy sometimes. She knew that they didn't hate her. How could they? They were siblings, and shared the same home. They all seemed to bond over the fact that they weren't allowed outside of their father's lands. Sumiyo deemed it unfair, and was the only one who seemed to voice it. None of the others wanted to further irritate their mother, so they left Sumi out to dry. It wasn't until Rumiko was wed, that Sumiyo learned to keep her mouth shut for the most part. Time went on, and she watched as the rest of her sisters were given away to various lords.
Her mother was very tired that day, but she did not seem to mind much. This had led Sumi to believe it was alright to throw another one of her tantrums. It wasn't over anything serious, as per usual. It was just Ryozu teasing her over a doll. "Sumi." Her mother's voice was deathly low, and she scurried over to her. This was normal. She didn't expect her mother to strike her. It really did sting, and tears welled in her eyes. "You are a demon, and a high ranked one at that." Her mother scolded her, an irritated scowl upon face. "Please behave as such." Her mother left, and Ryozu shook her head. "Little sister, you must learn to behave yourself. Especially around mother. I've never seen her strike any of us, before."
The castle felt empty once Ryozu had left. Days would pass with Sumiyo feeling anxious about whom she'd wed. Thoughts about running away came into mind, though she knew that'd be too dramatic. Everything came into place, so she had no choice but to accept her eventual fate as soon as she came of age. Her mother grew distant towards her, only spending time with Masako, who would constantly get under Sumiyo's skin. Her sisters were long gone, but her studies never stopped.
Her father returned home on her 100th year, along with a young lord. Sumiyo was ordered to dress in the finest clothing she had. A beautiful yukata with cherry blossom designs. Her hair was pulled back tightly, and her lips had been painted red. Her mother waited beside her, as her father entered the castle. The moment Sumiyo looked up, she saw her suitor. He had silky white hair, and the most intriguing golden eyes.
"Lord Sesshomaru. This is my fourth daughter, Sumi. This is your soon to be wife." Was all Yogsune had said, before putting a hand on his back. Sumiyo bowed, nervousness getting the better of her. "Come. Let us feast." Everyone followed the fox demon into the dining hall, before they each took a place at the dining table. The greatest sake was poured for the young lord, as Yogsune chattered idly about his plans for the western lands, in exchange for part of his northern ones. Sumiyo paid no mind to this, instead, staring blankly down at her lap. The evening went by, and the only one who seemed to be enjoying themselves was Yogsune. "It is time for us to part ways." Ayamari said, standing beside her mate. "I thank you for coming to our land." She earned a bow of respect from Sesshomaru, and nodded. "My lord and I shall leave you with my daughter. Please, enjoy yourself."
The feast had passed so quickly, and Sumiyo wasn't really sure if she liked it. Now she'd be alone with Sesshomaru, and the thought alone sent chills down her spine. She had heard many stories of the Lord of the West. He was a powerful demon, she knew that was no exaggeration. She could sense his raw power standing next to him. Her thoughts were cut short when he began to walk, and she quickly followed suit. "Your father," He began to say, catching her attention. She looked up at him, noting the way he continued to look forward. "For what purpose did he breed with a hanyou?" Surprised at this sudden question, Sumiyo frowned. What a rude thing, this man was. "You act as if I'm supposed to have knowledge of this." Her tone was calm, though she really had no care of being polite to him. How infuriating. Sesshomaru hummed a sound of annoyance, and glanced down at Sumi. "It is inconvenient that father would allow me to wed with someone with tainted blood. Though you are not hanyou, you still have filthy human blood running through your veins." His cold words made her nose twitch with anger, and she stopped walking. He did the same, and turned slightly to face her. "Do not worry. You shall not see me much of the time, and I you." And that was that. He walked gracefully to the guest quarters, leaving Sumiyo to glare after him.
Her last day with her mother and father was not what she expected. She had never thought she'd be sad to leave this place, but she found herself with a heavy heart. She thought of many different types of suitors, but she never thought of anyone like this dog demon. It did no good to complain, however, so she did not voice her problems. "Bear me grandchildren and be successful." Her father said, rubbing Sumiyo's head. "Do not fret once you leave the land of your father. You will no longer feel the protection of his force." Her mother warned, before gripping her hand. "Do not forget what you've learned." Sumiyo left with her clothing and several gifts her mother ordered to bring along with them. "Nothing would make me prouder than another successful daughter."