Disclaimer; I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters. – Sigh –
"You have made a fool out of yourself Sesshoumaru for even considering the thought of being able to surpass me in battle. And for your loss you will bare my mark for the rest of eternity." Were the words that passed from the lips of a slender maiden as she stood over the demon, Sesshoumaru.
Pale skin was smeared with blood as the demon was lifted by the front of his attire to look into a set of hazel eyes. He growled deeply then gasp out in pain when he felt a fist connect with his face.
"Silence dog! You're in the presence of a lady."
Blood streamed heavily from his thin lips as he narrowed his golden eyes in her direction. No words were spoken as she raised her hand to embed the claw of her thumb into his forehead, curving it in to create a design in his flesh. Steam pooled upwards from the area that was his forehead as he released a loud scream of pain. Young age had not suited him well with intelligence in the part of what one should be saying in the presence of a young lady.
"You are mine forever, Sesshoumaru. Let this brand be a reminder to you forever and a day as to whom you belong. I am the lady of the moon and you will respect me." She said, throwing him back onto the ground.
Ebon' tresses fine as silk stream down a slender backside as a maiden begins to take her leave, the unusual rustle of a few arrows within a quiver is audible upon her departure just as the tremble of a blade in a sheath is.
"If you think that I am going to begin following your damn orders you've got another thing coming!" He hissed.
She stopped where she was and turned her head to look back over her shoulder in his direction.
"Oh really little puppy?" Clothing rustled as she came across that ground to touch his pale face, fingertips trembling as they caressed the crimson streaks on those delicate cheeks.
"You are mine now. You will do as I say for as long as I am around." She said softly before she would lift him up by cupping his chin with her hand.
"Now, come with me." She said, turning to begin walking without even setting him down on the ground.
Years had paused since that day in the fields of the Western lands. The demon, Sesshoumaru had grown from a young boy into a man with the aid of his master, Mizuki. Her abilities despite the fact that she was but a human were phenomenal and he learned his ways from her. All this time he bore her mark and when his blood was shed she stepped in like a willing guardian was to do. It was said by many that over time he began to grow rather fond of not only her ability but also her presence in many more ways than one. Who could blame him if he did or not? She was a maiden of slender proportion, toned body always fit to move if she needed to do so at the drop of a hat. Her skin was pale as milk and smooth as soft silk. She was a creature of beauty, grace, and etiquette. She was a grand host when they happened to hold royal parties at this Western domain she called her home. A castle it was for them, a home that he was pleased to call his own.
At least he had been pleased to call it his own until one fateful night he was awoken to the sound of his lady screaming at the top of her lungs. Quickly he rose from his bed to venture forth through the darkness in his nightdress. Fingers tightened around the hilt of a blade he had grown accustomed to using as he stepped out to the front steps surrounding the building. His lady was clutching the hilt of a blade that had been sent to rest beneath her breasts. Her hair was stained despite its darkness with her own blood as she dropped to her knees and her attacker stepped back with a look of pure malice drawn across his face. Sesshoumaru had no idea where he had gone and when he would return but in that instant he felt his entire world shatter at the blink of an eye. Eyes shifted from that beautiful amber to create nothing but a void of crimson as he emits a snarl that rumbled the earth. Vocals tightened in his neck as that body was morphed from a newly created man into a true beast of nature. Coat of sweet alabaster ruffled against toned flesh as he threw his head out to cry into the night. That moon plastered on his cranium seemed to glisten as if fresh paint against a velvet page. He leapt forward with a cry of anger, throwing his jaws open to crush that body in one strike. Curved teeth ground against the bones that connected his form, and the dog tossed his head into the air to devour him whole. Ragged breaths were taken before the canine whipped himself around to leap over to the maiden that he had been living with for such a time. Body was taken back to its more human appearance as he crouched down, lifting her up from the ground to take her into his arms.
She emits a small whimper of pain when he removed the blade from her chest.
"My lady, take it easy. I am going to get you some help." He muttered, brushing her hair away from her face only to flinch when she whimpered again.
Mizuki raised her hand slowly to brush her bloody thumb against that mark on his forehead. "Sesshoumaru, my dear sweet… Sesshoumaru." She whispered.
He tensed a great deal then furrowed his brow then her hand slid down from his face to her own body.
"It's not like forever is truly a long time. Sesshoumaru, I free you now from my binding. You may go as you wish." She whispered.
He clenched his jaw and shook his head lightly, that still boyish face trembling ever so slightly as he watched her.
"I will be back, Sesshoumaru. Just give me the time I need. I promise I will return." She whispered.
"Mizuki, I- I." He stammered, breathing in sudden breaths before he realized she was speaking to him again.
"I love you, Sesshoumaru. Ha… I suppose it was death that put me to the courage of saying it. But there it is… Amazing isn't it? I wasn't afraid of any sort of injury, person, thing, or even death. But I was afraid to tell you that." She whispered as she brushed her hand against his cheek very lightly.
"I will not be here for… much longer." She whispered, breathing in deeper to sustain her torn lungs only a second longer.
"Do not… let the past take your heart into hold, Sesshoumaru." She whispered as she came up into a slight sitting position, blood trickling in small droplets from her full lips as she pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"You're free." She whispered, body going limp for her to suddenly crumble down to the earthen floor beneath.
"Mizuki." He whispered, lowering her body down to the fullest, pulling her hands together to place them over her heart.
Sesshoumaru touched her face, her eyes, lips, and then her hands before he rose to his feet. He was free. Didn't that mean something? Tresses streamed against his form as he turned his body to look away from her and out over the terrain where she had once reigned. He would take it over and cause it to thrive as if it still was in her powerful grip all over again. Which was what he had been doing in his spare timing for many, many years. The demon had buried Mizuki out behind the castle himself. He never retired himself out there to visit with that tombstone, almost as if he was afraid she would suddenly come back to life and argue with him for some stupid thing he did… Just like old times. It was on the anniversary of her death that he found himself standing out on those steps leading to the garden, as he had named it, where she happened to be buried. Silver tresses whipped about his face, hand lifting from his side to touch that mark on his forehead. Would she be proud of him now if she knew of his inner turmoil? No doubt she would probably be angry with him for even feeling the way he did, but then it would make his feelings all the easier to handle in her presence. The dog breathed a sigh, lowering his hand to raise his head up.
"Jaken," Spoke the demon lord.
"Yes Lord Sesshoumaru?" The little, green youkai inquired.
"Prepare Ah-Un for we are to leave shortly." He said, turning himself to look in the direction of the little youkai.
"Yes my lord!" He choked out, quickly bowing before he took off running away from his master to the building where he resided with Sesshoumaru and the young Rin.
You spoke of returning, my lady… Is the anniversary of your death the day you chose?
