I don't know why I'm doing this, but I've received the sudden inspiration for a Sesshomaru FanFiction. I don't normally upload my works on (I prefer Wattpad and Quotev) but I could use a change in pace. If you want to read the stories on my other account, I'll probably link them in my bio eventually. I rarely ever post the same story on differing sites, so yeah. Anyways, this idea just occurred to me and I need something else to take up my time.
Warning: This story will contain potentially triggering situations, mature themes, and will not always follow the Inuyasha storyline. Should you be offended, please refrain from flaming in the comments. I will roast you like a fucking pig.
Note: I do not own Inuyasha. If I did, Kikyo would have been long since dead, Naraku would have been made sexier, and Sesshomaru would be the main character. Kagome would be irrelevant to the plot, and Inuyasha would just constantly fight things. Thankfully, I only own my inserted character(s).
Chapter 1 Prologue
Feelings are special, that's what Ma' said. They were the inner thoughts of ones mind, a controlled development that stretched the human conscious. But, under what circumstances were you supposed to dispose of those feelings? Was it when you were cast into the body of a demon? Or did in not matter whether you were of the human species or not?
"You are special." Ma' would say, gently rubbing my head. I would stare blankly, unsure how to respond. No feelings of love, affection, or pride flowed through me. It merely felt blank, like a white canvas in the midst of a white room. No tangles of thoughts, contradictions. Not a single laying argument or saddening reality. It was just a depth of mind that brought nothing but white to the table.
"White." I responded gingerly. The word sounded sour on my tongue, almost like chewing on a rancid candy. Ma' looked almost shocked, staring at me with a look. I thought there was some deeper meaning to it, something that explained my disability. I was meant to be a powerful yokai, someone to be feared among men. And yet there I sat, snuggled comfortably against my Ma's fur, unable to comprehend the different between happiness and utter defeat.
I was, and still am, unfeeling.