Without Semblance
Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands. He had adorned that title for many years. Assuming he would have served for many more had he, a Tai youkai, not been caught in the current of the world's society waters. When did this happen? How was it that he, Lord Sesshoumaru, had been swept with the tides of the human lifestyle? 'Humans' he thought. Once finding them such feeble beings incapable of evolving into something awe-inspiring he now found himself in the midst of innovative technology and 21st century architecture. New York City was a main exhibit boasting the works of man and his ability to grow. While Sesshoumaru admitted the humans had advanced dramatically he still believed the race itself would undoubtedly remain, as they always were, feeble. Unworthy. That is, with the exception of one particular human in his memory.
Rin.
It is the year 2010. A little over five-hundred years had come and gone since his last view of her. Her smile. Always smiling. She truly was a vision. The humans were undeserving to have such a being share their blood. If angels existed, Rin surely would have been counted among them instead of that inferior race of useless mortals. Nevertheless, she was mortal. His angel would not stay with him forever. This greater dog demon never thought he could ever feel so...
Lost.
Lost was the aristocratic assassin who knew no rival. Lost was the one who reveled in the image of power. Lost was… his love. His one and only redeeming quality was gone as well. What Rin left behind became empty without her life to fill the void. Only her presence could lead him back to a sure path. Whatever path that be he knew not. But, a path a was a path. Paths lead to a destination. Once the path ended at its destination, the follower could find a semblance of peace. The only semblance of peace Sesshoumaru could find without the fear of loss was the moon. Yes, the moon seemed to be the only celestial undying vision. The only semblance of the past.