Ohayo Readers, this story is actually a rework of two different stories that I had pulled off my profile some time ago. I had loved both stories but the ideas I had for one messed with the ideas for the other so now that I have a little extra time even though I'm working two jobs now, I have slowly been working on this rework.
Hope you Enjoy!
"It would have never worked out, you and I," a female voice spoke sadly. The setting sun blurred out any details about the female before him as she stood at the balcony that looked out over the ocean from his personal quarters.
"Why would you think like that?" he muttered harshly, an arm on either side of the female keeping her body close as he gripped the railing.
His body felt tense as if he were holding on the last grip of sanity. Everything felt so surreal… A feeling he could not ever remember feeling before. His desire to protect this female that he could not even recognize and the feelings that his inner youkai were sending him were not make sense. His ever-calm demeanor was slipping out of his reach as he felt his heart beating hard and its rapid beating was almost deafening to his sensitive ears.
"We say we know each other well, but in truth we don't know each other at all. How could we? There are too many things that conflicted between us…"
"Why is that?"
"We are from two different worlds, my lord. There is no way that we could truly understand because they are too different. Apart from that, I am a ninngen and you…well, you are…"
"A youkai? Why would it truly matter what we are? Why are you making so many excuses trying to make me believe it would never work?"
"My days are numbered, my lord…" she turned her head towards him and piercing violet eyes full of tears and sorrow stared back at him.
A certain young demon lord awoke startled from his sleep, covered in a cool sweat and breathless. He looked around and found himself still in his bed and alone which was how he preferred it, but then why was he dreaming about caring for a weak ninngen who was dying? Sesshomaru growled quietly and threw the covers off himself as he got to his feet and walked over to the open window to get some fresh air, staring at the darkened ocean that had been burned into his mind from the dream he just woke from. Even his inner youkai was startled from the dream.
For once in a long time, the western lord was confused an didn't know what to do besides maybe talking to the senile old tree Bokusenō...but then again it might not be of any use because the demon tree didn't always make sense. Sesshomaru sighed and ran a claw through his long silver hair and growled, feeling that his father was somewhere in the afterlife laughing at his confusion.