Hiya! This is my story of Sesshomaru's earlier years, told in first person. I always wanted to write a first person story of him because he is rather interesting and I thought it would be fun to try and get inside his head. Alright. I'm done. Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. That should go with out saying, but just to be safe...
PS: Don't be afraid to send some criticism my way. I don't mind at all. In fact, I need to know if any improvements are possible. Thanx.
It is impossible to fully understand someone unless you have seen the world through their eyes; however it is rather easy to pass judgment quickly. You can see the worn faces of the peasants as they accomplish their humdrum tasks day after day. If you are like myself, you naturally look down upon them, naturally see them as inferior. But as I am now starting to realize, you can never, in all tangibility know their sorrow for you have not lived it. Likewise, when I ponder the spirit of a certain brother of mine, it is similarly ineffectual to comprehend him. What I do understand though, (and I understand it quite well) is the basis of my hatred of him. I suppose if is unfair to have never let him know in a clear manner, but unless he is the most brainless of fools he should have a mild understanding already.
My half-breed brother has, even before his birth, been a burden. It was, as one might come to understand through a bit of explaining, his mother who in short caused me, as well as my father, much dishonor. It must have been about 70 years ago that this ordeal began, perhaps longer if you take my mother into account. I suppose it would make the most sense to begin there.
My late mother, Kirei, was among the fairest women to have ever been created. Unusually tall for a woman, she held her head a lofty 5 feet and 11 inches above the ground. Kirei had shoulder length hair that was platinum in color, but had pinkish sheen to it. Her eyes were sharp and brilliantly viridescent; they aptly displayed her intelligence and assertiveness. She also bore two amethyst-colored stripes on her cheeks and a crescent moon marking on her forehead. My mother had a strange and seductive air about her. She moved gracefully and fluidly as though she were water coursing down the blade of a tilted sword. All of her movements were smooth, as was her voice. It was a fragment of the liquid midnight sky taken down and woven into her throat to give her power to make even the mighty bow before her like saplings in a tempest. Kirei was not much of a fighter, at least not physically; however she possessed an uncanny charisma and charm. She could have make near anyone believe anything she told them. Using this ability, she was able to bolster her political standing. She gained more power in the country then most men simply because she could sway the masses. My father caught on to this, as he would to anything threatening his power or his people. When he was still alive, he had told me that my mother was psychotically imperialistic; as soon as she had acquired new territory, she had an insatiable desire for more. My father told me that the first time he met her was on the battlefield. Although she was nearly incapable of fighting herself, Kirei was audacious and brilliant on in battle and thus she was capable of motivating others while they fought. Supposedly, Kirei had invaded Father's territory with thousands of zealous samurai at her disposal. These men and demons alike fought to the death for even the slightest fraction of her attention. Where she managed to find this magnitude of soldiers and control them in the way she did was baffling, even to my father who could had killed half of them in mere seconds.
"Your mother is bold and determined," he later told me. "Her confidence is unsettling and way with words unimaginable. She can form phrases that are more deadly than a million sharp katanas."
As one may expect, my father, the Lord of the Western Lands, was able to wipe out her entire force single-handedly. When she was the last one standing, my father had asked her, "Are you going to back down?"
"It depends on what you mean by "back down"," she replied. "If you mean "Am I leaving this battlefield now", then yes, however if you meant to ask if you were to be rid of me for good, then I have but to say that I have only just begun."