Clarification: this is MY take on Sesshoumaru's life prior to the actual story. If you have different views…well I don't wanna sound mean…but I don't care. So long as you don't say HEY THAT'S WRONG! Because guess what, aside from his dad being a Daiyoukai, there isn't much known about Sesshoumaru's past life. (Well aside from the Tenseiga and if you're far enough into the series he fought a war with some cat Youkai while Inuyasha was…"hibernating") and yes, I'm going to even do the castle thing (Which I wonder that he has, but I would suspect he does.) so yeah that's there. Remember this is MY interpretation on Sesshoumaru's life, if you have your own or if you've done this before, that's great. Just don't criticize my version.

Also, this is goin' to sound like a story telling (yay!) in the first person of the writer (Me!) Why? If you've ever read "The Hobbit" by JRR Tolken, that's why, it's my favorite writing style. (dunno why but it is!)

If you want any further clarification on what I'm doin' and such e-mail/review me on it and I'll explain. (Because most of this info I got from the third movie (it rocked! Even though I can't remember much out of it) )

It was a day, but not like that you or I would experience. The days that filled this Youkai's life is far different from any human, or possibly anyone of his own kind would experience. It was a grand life, as many would put it. It had everything anyone would have possibly wanted, wealth, the highest ranking in society and power, in all its forms. Yet, he would seem to not even acknowledge it, externally anyway.

Sesshoumaru, first and only son of Inunotaisho, Lord of the Western Lands, looked as though he took everything around him for granted. However, this wasn't entirely true. Inside, in his heart of hearts, locked away from the rest of the world to see for many years to come was an ever-growing sense of pride. He knew someday, surely, he would follow in his father's footsteps. Inheriting the swords Tessaiga, Tenseiga, and Sounga, he planned to expand the Western Lands. While he didn't plan to use the Tenseiga, seeing it as a strange and useless sword, it was the fact that he would inherit it from his father that made him even want to receive such a sword.

Indeed, he held the current Lord of the Western Lands in high esteem and, contrary to what many would believe he would do, hoped to achieve a reputation such as that as his father.

As previously stated, this day, typical to Sesshoumaru mind you, began with the rising of the early morning sun. Spring had begun recently, bringing everything into a fresher and softer sense. Another season had passed since his father's last arrival and this was the promised date that he should once again return.

Truly, Sesshoumaru was eager to hear his father tell him of the battle he had undoubtedly won against their latest, and foolish foes. He dodged encounters with any servant or guard that did ask even a second of his time for any kind of news other than that of what is currently running his mind. He turned every so often, until finally reaching the front gate. He knew he was early, he knew not to expect even a glimpse of the Daiyoukai for about another hour but never any longer than that. So there he waited, like any other child would his father returning home from war.

Mind you, this was several years prior, and Sesshoumaru is technically a child compared to those of his own race, the middle of his adolescence at the most would be a fair call for his age at this time. He wore not armor, for he stayed inside the palace and took care of business within their territory and those outside of their boundaries. While fighting was only on occasion, he could hardly be called a novice with his skills.

Instead of his traveling clothes we usually see, he donned a blue silk kimono, it's hue so light it could almost blend with his own silver hair, which he allowed to fall over his shoulders. The sleeves were long and stopped no sooner than reaching the very tips of his claws. The Kimono itself was down to the end of his ankle, merely a centimeter from the ground. Finally, just a little above his waist was tied together with a dark blue obi.

Across the horizon, much sooner than the young prince had expected he spotted his fathers silhouette in contrast to orange rising sun. He stood straight and awaited his father again, silently waiting eagerly as he made his way to the gate. Sesshoumaru continuously marveled at his father's noble appearance. He believed in comparison, he held no quarter to his father when it came to just about everything. 'Soon', of course…'Soon' is what the Lord's son would tell himself, for it was always soon would he be as great as he.

The closer Inunotaisho came to the welcoming palace, the more came into view of his form. Any fool could tell that they were closely related. The son in this family had taken quite the resemblance of his father. The resemblance is so uncanny that surely in a couple of decades, once Sesshoumaru grows to his father's height, it would be almost impossible to pick the two apart.

Inunotaisho preferred his hair tied back into a high ponytail and was considerably longer than his son's. Each shoulder was covered with armor, bracers on each arm, and boots. All three swords were accounted for and finally around his shoulder, coiled his long feathery tail. His clothes were normally darker than his son's, being the main point of difference between the two of them.

Only within two steps into palace grounds did his father stop. He looked around as if taking everything about his own castle in for the first time. Sesshoumaru suppressed the urge to question, or even slip a questioning look. This was a very curious thing for his father to do. Normally, the two would greet upon his entrance and talk of recent business in other territories and the wars that have been fought and won.

A minute passed before the Youkai Lord turned to his son, no obvious emotion could be traced in his gaze, yet it was a very peculiar one. It almost looked as though…it were…

'Regret?', Sesshoumaru thought, 'Father should have nothing to regret…yet, it seems, it is so…' Not a word was spoken between the two. Not for a significant amount of time at least, before his father began.

"Sesshoumaru…" His voice started strong but slightly trailed off before going strong again. "I want you to come with me to the neighboring territory. There is someone I want you to meet."

This time, the young lord regarded his father with a strange look noting his curiosity. If there were any time he were to accompany his father anywhere, it would be much farther than what he had just proposed. It would also involve battle, not meeting just anybody.

"Why do you wish for me to go with you, Father?" it was fairly simple and nothing was being implied as he said it. "And who is it that you would want me to meet?"

His father paused, but did not answer. Instead he walked away from the courtyard toward the main building. Over his shoulder he replied with only this, "We will leave tomorrow." Like that, he left his son to his thoughts, it may not be noticed by anybody else, but he KNEW, something was going on, and he KNEW he was probably not going to like this.

The next morning started just as the last, and before the sun could send it's rays over the horizon both father and son had set out east for their closest neighbors. It would hardly be a long day of traveling. On foot it would only take 3 hours at the most at a normal walking pace. All through the trip his father spoke not a word, and even the start of a questioning Sesshoumaru knew would only make the silence between them grow even more awkward than it has already.

The tops of the noblemen's houses could be seen over a long stretch of a tall stonewall. Apparently this was a town were few could afford to stay. As the two got closer the scent of the residents became clearer and clearer, like fog steadily rising.

'This couldn't be right could it…? Surely not.' It didn't make sense to Sesshoumaru why they would be in such a town and rather than question his fathers judgment in the right location, decided to ask in a different way and hoped to sway his father's decision. "Father, why are we going to THIS village?"

His father glanced at his son from the corner of his eye and answered steadily "I want you to meet someone." He stated in a way implied that he should have remembered that before setting his eyes to course albeit a different one. The younger lord had not noticed and already begun his reply.

"I remember that, however…this is a-" as he looked back to his father he noticed the path his gaze had taken. In the shade of a cherry blossom tree that had rooted close to a tiny river that flowed through the town, sat a woman plucking the strings of a koto. 'A woman?'

They entered the village with no hassle from the guards, both of them too intimidated to dare deny either one passage into the fair town. To the sakura tree they went but more to the point, the woman did they go to meet. There were several layers to her kimono; all of different colors but the outer most being a solid red. Her hair was as black as a raven's wing and went long past her knees, while two shorter strands framing her face were cut to her cheekbones.

'Certainly, this cannot be who I have come to see.' Sesshoumaru thought as they drew nearer to the woman who seemed to be awaiting them, which furthered his concerns. However, nothing sealed his suspicions more than when his father picked up speed a bit to go to this woman's side and knelt next to her. 'But this-This cannot be.' His thoughts were in a daze and almost all rationality seemed to escape his mind, yet he showed no sign outwardly.

The woman began a gesture to bow but was stopped by the Western Lord. Alarms were going off in all different ways in his head telling him he should awaken from this nightmare, but one cannot awaken from reality. He wanted to yell and deny that this woman could have possibly become his father's weakness where as his own mother was not! This-this woman she is-!

" Human…"was all Sesshoumaru could whisper, so inaudibly that none could have picked it up but himself. This must have been the reason why Tessaiga was labeled not as a sword for destroying foes but a sword used to protect, and even more possibly why Tenseiga had been forged, to save this wretched being from death should the situation call for it.

His fears were only confirmed as his once high esteemed father took the hand of this lower creature into his own. His voice was grave indeed and his eyes had softened, eyes that looked so kind that they were hardly even familiar to his son. "Sesshoumaru, my son…." He began and paused to choose his words carefully "We are expecting…an addition to our family."

Confused the young heir allowed himself to question and hoped that his father's statement only meant the woman. "I do not understand. Father, what is it that you mean?" It was hard for him to speak. But he had to make sure. Surely however he couldn't mean-

"You know what I mean" The older of them answered, all too straight forward than he had wished to be. "By the middle of the winter months, a child will be born."

The young prince's outer shell cracked and shattered into a million pieces and his face was left pale. His mouth was left agape and he could hardly bring the word he wanted out, as if the word had swelled in his throat and was chocking him. The only sound that would come out was the syllable 'ha" but nothing else.

"Yes…a Hanyou."

This was meant to be a one shot but I got lazy half way and decided to just chapter it…lol. Also, I was reading through it to fix mistakes, if you find any forgive me I got tired. (I'm SO a professional writer!)

Anyway, Like I said before, you don't have to take my word on how his life was prior to Inuyasha; just don't send me anything about "correcting". As always, writers love to get reviews from the readers so why don't ya do that? It'll kill a few minutes…I promise!