This is my first attempt at an Inu Yasha fic. I actually don't like the main characters a lot, but I truly love Sessh and Rin, therefore this story is about them. Nothing romantic, however. I'd appreciate no flames, because to be honest I think little of this story myself, there's no need for anyone else to let me know this sorta sucks, however, I felt like typing today and so I did. I would like Reviews, so if you bother reading it, a comment would be nice. I don't mind advice, I actually appreciate it.
Anyway, here we go... Oh, and I have little sense of what the plot and timeline are in the actual show, so I'm not following anything like that. Don't expect a filler or anything.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu Yasha, or any of it's characters/places/ideas, and so on and so forth. I do however, own any new characters that may pop up, they belong to me.
Prologue
Curiosity's Sake
The wood was silent. It seemed as though the wind had seized to blow and the trees, though alive, had held their breath in fear.
The moon light trickled down leaking through large branches and thick expanded leafs.
In the middle of the wood, with a fire gently dying in the center of the semi circle clearing, lay asleep a small black haired girl, comfortably sprawled on the soft grass, curled by her was a giant two headed thing resembling a dragon, also sleeping soundly.
Right across from that odd scenerio sat a pale, almost disturbingly beautiful man... or what appeared to be a human at first glance.
He had his back against a tree, with a knee propped up, and his arm loosely resting on it. A spiked thick armour covered one of his shoulders and the other was draped with a huge fuzzy white thing that resembled a boa.
His hair was like the most expensive of silks, almost like water as it cascaded down his back and around his face, framing the odd orange markings on either of his cheeks. His eyes were narrowed and looked to be calculating, glittering orange in the dim light of the dying fire. The odd thing about such a characterwas that he looked simply over powering. The beauty that radiated off of him was only compareable to his aura.
It was wild, strong and extremely well controlled... but most importantly, it was demonic.
Despite such warnings, if you watched him, you'd expect grace and an unbelieving power. The two blades hanging from his waist seemed enough to support such ideas. However... he was missing an arm. And so, doubt could be instilled. To someone less than him, it would have been either an advantage or a disadvantage, depending on the use of such a fact.
Doubt could make an enemy over confident, leaving them open for attacks they did not expect. But then again, it did show a weakness that could dmamage the self confidence of a fighter.
However, this partiuclar demon was unmoved by such ideas. It didn't matter to him if he had lost an arm or not. He was just as capable. This is how... the Lady saw him.
